Happy birthday to me

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me…

Marty’s out of town on a gig today with Heaven Davis, and is playing tomorrow as well so it was nice to get a call from my brother, G., whose wife and child are out of town, and he’ll be coming over tonight for a bit to celebrate, will pick up a pizza on his way here from work. Which I’m looking forward to. And H.o.p. just threw a quick sketch of a birthday flower at me. “Surprise!! Happy birthday!” Big hug.

Today’s gig is a big fund raising event for some people who rebuild orphanages and hospitals in former Eastern blok countries.

Me, I’m still burning DVDs of stuff on the computer. These digital paintings eat up a huge amount of disk space and I’m trying to clear some up. It’s tedious and trance inducing and I find after a while of doing it that I’m unable to think at all. No brain activity except, “Have I burned that off yet?” The reason it’s taking so long is I was going through files, seeing what’s there, trying to delete redundancies. That only lasted so long.

Boring.