Playing the piano now and then, but the well of inspiration is low. I've been returning repeatedly to long-term pure modal improvisation in D dorian, to see if I can find something there that satisfies me.
I'm becoming increasingly confident that I will never own pets. The dogs are just so surpassingly annoying here sometimes. Without the basic biological imperative that comes with raising children, I don't see what makes people do it. I mean, yeah, they're cute, they're fun sometimes, but jesus. You can't talk to them and tell them to shut the hell up, not just for a few years before they learn to talk, but ever.
Not that I'm going to sell a million copies of a book titled "Dr. Reed's Childrearing Wisdom, vol. 1: Getting Your Kids to Shut the Hell Up by Telling Them To", but still. The reason I find the dogs so irritating is that you just can't ever get across to them that no, there is not a grave threat to the well-being of this piece of territory of which you have appointed yourself guardian, these are simply unfamiliar-smelling men come to deliver unto us mail and pizza.
Had a ton of waffles this morning, and pie for dinner. Life is good.