doesn’t suck as bad as I thought it would.
For one thing, I have a lot more time to spend on my writing. And blogging. And when my dog rolls in dead moles (could be a song in there somewhere), I’m nowhere near as pissed off, now that I don’t have to cram everything I want to do into the eight hours leisure time I used to have between work and sleep.
Down side, I’m up at all times of the morning (like right now, 5:51 a.m.), due, no doubt, to wondering how I will afford my licorice all-sorts without a pay cheque once my EI runs out.
Up side, I’ve had the time to discover all kinds of fun stuff on my new phone, the one I purchased a week before my job disappeared down a black hole. I can record with it. Sang “Jolene” into it, accompanying myself on my guitar. Sent it to my cousin, Steve, in England. Couldn’t do that before I lost my job. Suppose I could have, if I had the time to figure it out. And practice my guitar.
Can draw with my new phone. Hit Memo and you can use your finger to draw and write on the screen. I may dedicate my next post to my artistic skills.