I had the usual day--factory, gym, marketing, cooking, watching t.v. I got caught up in watching "Inside Llewyn Davis" again having not seen it since its released. It is a depressing movie, but I couldn't remember much of it and stuck with it through to the end. When it was over, I had my first whiskey. It was ten. But the closing song had me going to the computer to search, first for the music and then for this. I wasn't actually searching for that. I just found it. Way led to way, of course, and eventually I had my guitar and was crooning into the night. The scotch bottle went dry, so I turned to the blended whiskey bottle that hadn't. More singing, then more YouTube searches. The last of the bottles was rye, and when that was gone, I decided that I was as well. It was late. Later than normal. Too late for me.
Slept in a bit this morning. The day is gray and drizzly, perfect. I won't move quickly today. It is a day for slow head turns and a blank face. I will go to the factory and close my office door. I will do the paperwork that I need to do. Then I will go to the gym, do some marketing, cook, and watch some t.v.
It is like that. It is O.K.
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