There are a bunch of birds that roost in some trees across the street from my apartment, and they all hoot a lot in the early morning. It sounds like referees' whistles in a football game.
So here's a time twister. I spent today writing scripts for a modern podcast, on a typewriter from 1935, based on a book I wrote 25 years ago. What's old is new again.
My uncle died week before last. He was the sax player in a jazz group called the Noel Scott Quartet, and I finally uploaded some of his music to YouTube. Enjoy! https://youtu.be/kzUBF-yLqtk
I surprised myself with my writing today. Without contemplating it much beforehand, I dusted off a story I wrote 20 years ago and began reworking it. And I'm actually enjoying it!
It's been a horrible, f*cked up week. A good friend of mine died. My uncle died last week. What more do you want from me? Here, take it all! *shakes fist* Anyway, there have been some great folks here on Mastodon who have helped me through this. Thank you all. You care and I won't forget it.
Bad news on my friend. I'm told they think it unlikely he'll survive without life support, and I can't imagine they'd want to keep him on LS indefinitely. So...there it is. I suppose a miracle recovery is not impossible, but I think that's what it would have to be, a miracle. 😦