I took my guitar out last night. Actually, my guitar is sick and undergoing extensive surgery to repair a back injury so I took out M's baby. I needed to shut my brain down for a while and just zone in on one thing. That's a difficult task for me but achy trap muscles are indicative of my shoulders fighting gravity in a bad way. Music helps bring me back to Planet Jennie, if only for a few moments. I had 2 new tunes in my head yesterday that I knew would be good guitar songs for my voice, so I let the macbook show me the way with some excellent tab interpretations. I played only for about 30 minutes but it was enough to nail "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz and "Collide" by Howie Day. Ok, maybe "nail" is a tad strong but the songs were recognizable. Rascal seemed to enjoy the tunage and purred away, adding some nice bass to the band. Bailey cried for his kibble.
Happy with my accomplishment, I peeled my achy purple fingers from the fretboard, thanked the guitar for letting me stumble over her and poured my artistically satiated soul into bed. Sounds like a nice ending to the day eh? Conjures up images of an impending 8 hr slumber? Soph had something to say about how the night would play out. 20 minutes after falling into a deep coma, I heard her sweet, sweet cries for escape from the jail that is her crib. I don't think I will complain about a midnight snuggle with 23 lbs of cuteness, devilishness, and life. Especially while she sleepily stared at me with those blueberry eyes while I sang her my two new repeat-often songs.
-jl
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