On the Thirteenth Day of 2025…

…late in the evening, he tries to remember all the things he did on this Monday. Oh, yes, it’s all coming back to him now. He meditated and ate breakfast. He tried to take his blood pressure but there’s something wrong with his machine. He worried about what he doesn’t know. He did some laundry. He signed and sent a contract off to a casino his band will play in February. He listened to an album, a glorified mix-tape, really, compiled by Steven Wilson of all his favorite 80’s progressive rock bands. Highlights: XTC, Robert Fripp and the League of Gentlemen, Ultravox. What else? Oh, that’s right, after walking the dogs and taking a nap, he scheduled a colonoscopy! And yeah, after that, he called the Clackamas County Courthouse to find out if he has jury duty tomorrow. Turns out that he does. At the crack of a cold dawn on January 14, he will have to report. He knows it’s his civic duty, but he is not enthusiastic. He made a shrimp stir-fry and said goodbye to his wife on her way to another drum line rehearsal. And he finished the tracking on the demos he’s making with his bandmates in the cover band. He closes out the evening with some bourbon, and by trying to remember all the things he did today. He’s going to try to pack it in early in order to get enough sleep before that early-ass wake up call for justice, but that will be difficult, as he slept in kind of late today. He hopes the bourbon will make him tired. And that’s the whole story of January 13th, 2025.