I don’t like not having time to do what I want to do during the day–and seeing as how I’m now retired from two careers, I don’t see how that’s possible that I don’t, but today I was too busy to do what I wanted to do.
I ended the day with a 47-minute practice, plunking around with ‘Fireball Mail’ and a couple of other things. I don’t like doing it inside because I have to use the muted banjo when I’m inside, and Banjo the Dog doesn’t enjoy it as much. That’s Tia the Dog on my lap, I’m dogsitting her until tomorrow.
Tomorrow’s another day, I guess. In the meantime, here’s the 47 minutes.