In the dark, with discord
Another sleepy Saturday. I did get up, for a while. Even went to town for breakfast. Or as I refer to it, bacon with sides. And after we’d exhausted conversation possibilities with our tablemate, we headed off to the market to replenish staples. For the dog, at least. To run out of biscuits would be a tragedy.
Back home, I realized that under the covers made so much more sense. And so it was, until midway through the afternoon. Hey, I’m allowed!
Did you know that playing piano in the dark is actually relaxing? I mean, other than the occasional discord (dischord??), the avoidance of a tone center leads to interesting possibilities. Not quite jazz (I have watched La La Land, so I speak from a position of newfound expertise) but close enough.
Based on the reporting from both MSM and social media, there were ginormous marches held in cities around the world today. From the hundreds, here, to the millions elsewhere. I would be remiss to not mention the “rant” by a Hollywood A-name. Reactions are mixed. Polarized, actually. Guess it depends on the colour of your hat.
And so, now, I’m enjoying a late evening espresso with some cookies that deserve to be finished and forgotten. I know, hardly an Instagram moment. I could do better, but there’s tomorrow. I’ll be there. Maybe some roast beef… Hard to get excited about the meal trope. When I’m hungry, I take care of it. Part of my fortune, to live in a part of the world where such things are commonplace
