Overgrown ivy on the outside walls, now squirrel babies running around the attic. Awkward moving a 25 ft ladder by myself and cut 3 of my fingers deeply. Trying to cut the ivy and trying to set up a one way door and then seal the opening to the unadvertised penthouse suite. Went to the Joe Hall tribute show at the Tranzac I noticed when his son sang he had Joe’s voice. Everyone enjoyed the eeriness of genes. I played an encore one time with the Wallflowers, I couldn’t see Jakob Dylan for whoever he actually is. Probably if I knew him for more than 5 minutes on stage I would but during that encore all I could see was the genes. Is my daughter’s future life a songwriter or an independent squirrel remover with bandaid hands?