My Little World

I have my own little world.

Not some alternate reality or anything (though, as it's mine --  one could make a case...), just my little studio where I spend about 80% of my time. I love it; I'm  grateful and fortunate to have it, but -- sometimes a hundred twenty square feet gets, well,  small. What saves it of course, is that it's really not just a room  -- it's a gateway. It is where I write, work, play music. And when I do those things the walls go away and I'm transported to the places that one goes when pursuing dreams. Kind of wonderful, actually.

But. It does have one downfall.

The Chair.

The Chair has been mine since new, somewhat over 20 or 25 years or so now and if I've learned anything about it, it is this: it is a sleep machine. Don't think I've ever known anyone who can sit in it for more than five minutes and not fall asleep. Damn, I love that chair. I know, one would naturally think: "So, what's the problem?". The problem is, I'm loosing several hours a day to that chair. I'll sit down to read or think or rest -- just for a moment -- and next thing I know, it's two or three hours later.

I'm 66 years old -- I don't have three hours a day to give away. I've music to play, blogs to write, Masonic and Motorcycle Club business to handle and housework to do. Stuff, Kids.

Gotta take care a bid-niss, knowhatimean?

This blog is a perfect example. The Chair really gets in its way. I'll be ruminating on life the universe and blogs and -- just as I'm doing now -- will kind of end up in The Chair. All good intentions, and then ikindasit downandZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.