Messed around for a while, forgot to take my morning pills, dammit.

Anyway, I had told Karen that I was going to take the car, but I decided to take the truck instead, so I went out to warm it up a little. It was pretty hard starting, but it finally cranked over OK.

I gave it about five minutes, then went out to work on the ice on the windshield. It was ferocious, that ice was. And the wind, it was cold. I didn't realize how cold it was until I got to work, and found out that it was zero °F; that kinda surprised me.

An OK day at work, but not as fun as being *not* at work. I was running the room today, and it was pretty steady, and we had one really interesting case where we did an aorta study on a young boy who'd had open-heart surgery when he was two days old. They had transposed the great vessels, made a very weird picture. Very uncommon around these parts, heh.

I got home on time, despite the late guy being very late.

I've spent a lot of time in the basement since then, and it's very cold down there, probably about 45°F or so. Keepin' that gas bill down, heh. Or at least tryin'.

Anyway, playing on the keyboard, since my cold fingers don't do well with the guitar. And learning chords, and the different ways of putting them together.

Twelve notes, that's all there is. Easy hand span for me. But.

Although you can play them all in one octave, it's much prettier if you don't.

One song that I love is Dylan's Lay Lady Lay, and it's got an A, Cm, G and a Bm; very pretty. But you can play them so that you only have to move one finger between the A and the Cm, and only one finger between the G and the Bm. So far, I've learned about four ways to play that progression, and it's cool. There's also another progression in the same song, E, F#m, A that's pretty cool too.

Originally, I was just using the single-key chords to accompany my singing; but it's much neater to actually play the notes, y'know?

But... again with the butts... I still don't know what to do with my right hand. Presently, I'm using it to hold my cigar, but tomorrow that will all be over, and it'll be free to play... whatever it is right hands play. I'll figger it out, probably slowly and painfully.

I've been thinking a lot lately about my life. I just seem to be keeping time, not playing with the band or even solo. I have no goals, other than to enjoy each day as it comes along. And somehow, I get the feeling that that's not really a good thing.

More buts here. But I'm too old to have any goals. But I'm too old to change, but I like the way things are, but I'm happy and why futz around with that, heh?

I dunno. Middle-age angst should be over and done with by now, right?

Eh, I never really got over my teen-age angst yet, why should I expect better with any other brand or age of angst.

And now I feel such emptiness within... for the thing that I want most in life is the thing that I can't win. Yeah, an old song, and a good one.

But if you never know what you want, you can't lose, either, right?

I have the feeling that that is probably the dumbest thing that I've ever written here.