Been a tad bit tardy in regards to putting up my 365 posts, so I better pull my finger out and work back through the backlog. It’s either that or activities that involve my hands and a lot of finger play.

I have been a bit sick the last few days with some weird stomach bug that allows me to restate all my meals. It has been easier to not eat and wait for this to pass, though re-tasting the spaghetti bog was something I would consider doing again. Shame it also had the continental roll and two macchiatos mixed in, added a whole new dimension to vomiting.

I was letting this get me down and feeling a tad pissed off with everything, until I sat down and played with my guitar. There is something about the purity of focussing on music that’s turns a lemon into sorbet. I must throw in a disclaimer, I can’t really play music but I am spending a lot of time doing exercises and going through scales. The music will come I am sure, and I am getting a lot of joy from just detaching and letting go.

I stop when my finger hurt which can now be between one and two hours of continuous practice. The lemons help as the juice soothes the tips of my fingers, go figure. I found this out when I was drinking a corona and fiddling with a slice of lemon.

Beer had no effect on soothing my fingers though.