Eh. Depends on the day, situation, and if there was coffee.
Yesterday, I did complete some writing and a coloring page! Plus I listened to all four CDs in that BB collection. (There’s a fifth of studio outtakes/chatter that I’ll listen to soon.)
On board so far for today’s writing effort:
It’s amazing to me how little food it takes to stuff these small tortillas. And me. I’m the one who’ll be stuffed.
Today’s soundtrack will include Greta Van Fleet’s From the Fires and The Battle at Garden’s Gate. I bought these quite a while back and haven’t yet listened to them. I did loan them to Debby for a while. We both wanted to give their music a listen because her granddaughter/my grandniece Cassidy loves them. And we love Cassidy.
ETA: Came back to say, Houses of the Holy! Listening to those two Greta Van Fleet CDs transported me to fifteen-year-old Becky, on The Boyfriend’s bed, clothes ON, lights OFF, except the black light, talking and laughing and making out, until his mother came halfway up the Stairway to Heaven and let him know it was time to take me home to make my parental curfew. That woman earned All My Love for the kindness she showed me and for putting up with Led Zeppelin blasting from the second floor. If Led Zeppelin brought their band to a Coda in 1980 when drummer John Bonham died, Greta Van Fleet has brought back the Good Times Bad Times of Rock and Roll. And I’ll stop with all the song and album titles now and say that GVF is also their own band and I think I’d rather listen to them to chill me out at night than all that so-called relaxing music that sometimes helps, sometimes doesn’t. — The End —