Crazy Ass Planet

One week from today I’ll be flying east. This means the week coming up will be hectic. Movers pick everything up on Thursday. So I suppose I’ll be outta here after that. I’ll have to figure out some place to crash for a day or two before I actually fly out. Last work day is Friday.

Today it is snowing. Not the kind that sticks around for any length of time. No, this is more like winter’s calling card, a way for it to introduce itself and let you know that you can anticipate it moving it shortly - so be ready.

And I am. In fact, it may be this snow arrived because yesterday I made a few winter preparations. I bought some new thermal gloves and more importantly I bought some winter hiking boots - good to -32 Celsius (about -25 Fahrenheit, I think).

This morning I bought Wail & Ride by Grayson Capps. I give it a big thumbs up but I suppose you have to like this kind of music (which I do). It’s kind of blues, folk, southern … and I don’t know how else to describe it. According to the “about the artist” stuff on Amazon:

“Grayson Capps emerges from the celebrated American southern literary tradition, often writing about the South and the idiosyncrasies of its people, landscapes and tempos. His songs evoke a poetic wisdom and take form as steamy, front-porch blues and road-wise Americana.”

Let’s see … what else? Oh, the eye is coming along. Doesn’t look so bad in this picture. Actually, the lip looked much worse, especially the day after the seizure. It looked like I’d been clocked a good one. I’ve had more than a few stares.

But it all eases, heals, fades.

I haven’t been doing a lot of commenting on other people’s blogs these days and those comments I’ve made have been largely worthless. I am hugely distracted recently with the moving business. I’m hoping once down east I’ll start to stabilize and get my rhythm back.

In the meantime, I’m all a’jumble.

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