And that somebody would be I. I’m super tired. Around lunch time my knee hurt, my back hurt, my head hurt, and I wanted to cry.
I’ve been home for about an hour and a half. Joe, bless him, has been making music nonstop. For a while he had a movie blasting on the living room tv/stereo while he simultaneously played piano. Then he plugged in and started playing guitar, movie still blasting. I think he’s turned off the movie, finally, but since he turned up his amp, I can’t be quite sure of that.
It’s all good. I’d rather have him playing now than later. And tomorrow is Tuesday.