Need to find a company to replace the soffits and it sounds expensive but it’s a war between me and squirrels and they don’t have a line of credit. Planning what songs to do on Wednesday and especially concerned about how easily I make decisions about the audience despite the fact they do not yet exist, I don’t know if there will be an audience of one person, ten or a hundred and yet I make plans as though I know what they think. Have to convince myself like a prosecutor that it’s imaginary. When I was small and my grandmother babysat me, if she thought I was trying to play mind games she would threaten to give me a lick’n or say when my mother comes home I’m going to get a lick’n. It’s my prosecutor that tries to give me a lick’n now. Had the car tuned up, the awesome mechanic Babar (not pronounced like the elephant), says my last tune up was in 2016, over 100,000 kilometers ago, he laughs about it. When I made a recording studio in the country in the 90s I also had squirrels inside the walls. They were partying. It was unlike anything I knew. It didn’t make sense to the student who wrote me and asked what are some of the surprises I have had from following a musical path when I replied squirrels, cars and mind games.