With a case of the Butterfingers.

Trying to play Beethoven’s “Ode to (Almond) Joy” on an incisor synthesizer.

I’d like to begin by wishing a very Happy Birthday to my oldest friend, the Rev. Dark Wombat. We’ve been friends so long, our friendship’s insurance rates have gone down. Be sure to wish him a happy one too.

Hey. Will you look at that? It’s August.

Yesterday was a normal Sunday. Full of housework.

Slaving away like a house elf.

I haven’t even begun to dig through the 1,978 photos I took on Saturday night at the roller derby double header. At first glance, I got some good ones. Like this:

I’ll get around to digging through them later this week.

As for today, I’ve got a brutal workout to go do. Then, it’s back to ye olde grindstone. So much work to do, so little time.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC