Hello and good morning. It’s Thursday, and there is no lapcom involved in writing this post, at least not on my part.
Maybe “involved” is too broad a word. One could argue that all the posts I’ve written before on my lapcom(s), of which there are many (posts, not lapcoms), set the stage and set the pace and set the precedent for this post. And so, in a sense, they are involved in this post, and thus so is it. However, that is reaching a bit.
So, I will clarify. I am writing this post on my smartphone, not on my lapcom, which is still at the office, which is not where I am writing this.
I feel very groggy this morning, perhaps even more so than I have the previous three mornings, though the residua of my migraine pain appear mostly to have gone. Between that* and the fact that I am writing on my smartphone, I may not write much today.
I appear to be very tired. Actually, I say “appear”, but it is my own state to which “very tired” refers, and it is a subjective sensation (though it is also an objective fact), so if I appear tired to myself, then the odds are good that I really am tired.
Speaking of being tired to myself, it feels like I’m being so very tedious here lately. Perhaps I am no more tedious than I’ve ever been. I don’t know. For all I can tell, I have always been tedious, my entire life, starting long before blogs (BB if you prefer).
Certainly, no one has wanted to stick around me for any very long period of time, not my parents, not my (former) spouse, not my children. I seem to be an unpleasant fact and presence eventually to those around me. Maybe it’s time I took the hint and got gone.
I still haven’t been able to read. I think I’ve spent less than twenty minutes reading over the last two weeks or more. I don’t know if you quite realize what a departure that is for me. I haven’t even been reading audio books‒which would count for me, since I always read auditorially, meaning that I “hear” the words I am reading.
I also haven’t played guitar (and sang) for more than maybe half an hour in that same time. That happened when I started watching a video of “Groovy Grace” reacting to the Pink Floyd album Animals, which is one of my favorites.
As the album began, with Pigs on the Wing Part 1, I could not resist pausing the video, picking up my own black Strat, and playing and singing that song. I played the combined song, parts one and two, including my own tortured** version of the guitar solo by Snowy White, which was the version one could hear on the old 8-track tape, or so I’m told.
After that, I played and sang a few more songs, including Wish You Were Here, which starts and ends on the same chord (G) as Pigs on the Wing. I might have also played the Radiohead song Lucky, and probably The Man Who Sold the World. That was it. I didn’t even do Nothing Compares 2U.
Other than that, I’ve just mainly been distracting myself. But I’m a bit foggy even for that right now. You can’t tell (probably) because I edit these posts, but I’ve been making a lot of typos again. That’s more likely to happen when I use the smartphone just at baseline, but today’s rate is still an outlier from the mean (see my post from the other day).
All right, let’s wrap this up. I don’t have anything more to say (not for the moment, at least), so I will emulate the habit of Talking Heads’ Psycho Killer and seal my lips.
TTFN
*How groggy am I? Well, I initially wrote “between that…” (by which I meant, my level of grogginess) “…and how groggy I am, I…”. So, yeah, pretty groggy.
**I nevertheless actually like my version of the solo better than Snowy’s. Go figure.
