Killing time

Restrung the guitar. Haven't played with full-metal strings in a loong while. The work is ugly - I haven't strung a guitar in a couple of years either. Chilling out, testing hands and timbres. Thinking of Myanmar, the spotty Internet connection there, and a soon-to-fail business that I was checking up on. Wherever you are, my love, I hope you are well.

The next day. Tea time. In the twilight. The sky darkens on my empty mind. Hot tea. Over the years, my primary vent of expression has shifted from music, to knowledge, to commerce. Geetar practice on the balcony... then a run. A good run. Breathe and footstrikes are getting recoordinated around the center of balance. Getting back into shape ^_^. Now making some congee.

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