Started to sing after a few times through. And that's what killed me. The words. The damn words. Next thing, boom, I was overwhelmed with sobbing. Can't make it through the songs I want to sing. Because of grief for the dead dreams. Dead hope. Dead because people support inhumanity. Openly.

I started to work out my arrangement and it felt good and was going well. A vibe for peace and harmony eeking its way into my interpretation.

The piano still needs to be tuned. Has a honky-tonk tone in its need.

I love the kind souls of Canada. 🇨🇦

Uuugh, and they didn't do an orchestrated exodus? I mean.

Let's build up this platform more. I am tired of Zuck.

I had one of these and it was awesome! I must have lost it a few moves ago.

I've always kept journal-type statements like that about the weather. Just to make a minuscule observation. A measurement just with a few words.

This way I still appreciate something old from another generation. Tea looks strong. And today, an unusual spoonful of sugar for the dash.

Thank you. Will repeat to myself today a few times that I am the divine.