Hot tub
Every morning should start with a warm nice bath. I feel refreshed. But still not quite well.
K has been home for a few days with an aching head, and he heard from a friend that it’s a virus spreading right now. Hope I don’t get it.
It’s been a while. I’ve been meaning to write about the CWA gettogether the weekend before last. We did a songwriting workshop (lyrics, not the actual music) with Fred Lane, who’s written a book on songwriting.
The most inspirational part was when he showed us how he had written one of his songs by playing the parts as he came up with them, telling us when and where he added what.
This morning I am to have breakfast with my boss and talk about the future. Don’t really know what to say. He knows what I want, I know the situation. But these talks are mandatory.
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