I would like to say that I rested.
I cannot say that. I can say, however, that I spent 20 minutes on the meditation cushion and had some difficulty quieting the mind. I just wanted to think about stuff. That’s the real difficulty, isn’t it, because it’s one thing to sit on a cushion with your eyes closed for 20 minutes–it’s quite another thing to focus on the breath and to quiet the hamsters. My hamsters were going full bore on the wheel this morning, but nevertheless, the effort did me some good. That’s the key, too–to realize that even a failed meditation is better than no meditation. And, as per the doctor’s orders, my intention was to take my blood pressure reading immediately after meditating.
But then the plumbers showed up.
These guys were installing a new control panel inside of our tankless water heater, which is pretty standard (but expensive) stuff, but they were also installing this dumb little alarm/detector thing that’s supposed to alert our phones to any kind of problem with the unit, which entailed downloading an app, setting up the app–and that was also supposed to be standard stuff, but it was not. Hours later, and maybe 20 minutes on the phone with Moen tech support, I fixed it without the help of a plumber. Apparently, the problem was solved by information to which our plumber was not privy. Anyway, all done by 1:00 in the afternoon, but you can bet I was not taking a blood pressure reading then.
Listening to Laura Nyro for the first time in my life. I’m sure I’ve heard her before, but I was unaware. And I know that I’ve heard other artists perform her songs. She’s intense. Want to know the origins of the Kate Bush and the Tori Amos and all the other progressive leaning piano songstresses of the last few decades? Look no further.
Got a lovely and characteristically tiny email from a writing mentor encouraging my work to incorporate material from an old novel into a new thing.
Hoping to be able to spend some time today with my boy.
Excited about Friday’s mastering session for the new Project MA single.
I’ve got to get back to Moon Unit’s memoir. Of all my resolutions, reading more has been the most slippery. I may have to get serious. Until then, I say, Michael Jarmer, take it easy on yourself.
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