Rough Day, and Night

The jazz jam was kind of a bust. About 10 musicians showed up, but there wasn’t enough equipment to really play. A few people sang, someone played a trumpet. The restaurant was dead. But it was still nice, because I met a coupld of new people, and we all sat around and talked for a couple hours, and ate and drank. I have that stomach bug so didn’t do much of either. Apparently the restaurant would like it to become a thing, once a week so all the musicians were laying plans for how they would set up the room for the next one.

I met a woman who writes like I do, poetry, and some journaling, and some essays. She was talking about starting a writers group. She asked me if I’d be interested. We discussed it. She belongs to another group, but no one reads their work there, so it’s not critiqued. We exchanged phone numbers and I told her to let me know if she’s able to put it together. She was born here, and knows everyone. It seems like a good idea.

I canceled my handyman for today. He was going to put in my dryer vent, but I feel so terrible, I just couldn’t deal with it. I fell asleep on the bathroom floor last night, because I couldn’t keep getting in and out of bed. My lower GI is in so much pain, it’s tender to the touch. I’ve spent most of the day sleeping, and watching boring TV. My son had called me a few times, to see if I’m ok. Sweet kid.

I’m supposed to go get my Fl drivers license tomorrow. I hope I can make the appointment. Well, it’s probably time to go back to sleep, lol.

Love and light.


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