Cold Squawk

Thursday: Woke around 10, some email, and back to bed for more sleep. Then, up, Gus, shower. Quick breakfast of eggs and reheated tea. Down basement email. Called my mechanic and the good news is they found the problem, the bad news is it was expensive to figure it out. Morning stuff, drums. Put away laundry. Packed the car for the evening's activities and headed off.

At work, a brief day, doing some debugging, and then working on another class that needs to be transformed to work with "two in one." Some lunch like food at my desk thanks to MB. Left at 7:30.

Over to central square. Quite cold out. The class before mine was not in session tonight, so I had to open up the building. Took my guitar in out of the cold. One fellow showed up tonight, and MB. He was interesting, because he had done more reading than most.

Closed up and headed to Squawk Coffee House, with MB. She helped carry the gear in. Shawn was already there. Several singer-songwriters, of varying qualities performed. The first was a student at the Berklee School of Music and seemed to quite fancy himself. The temperature dropped. Shawn and I went on about 11:30 PM and played Thrak, which went pretty well (I got the 5s and 7s backwards, but oh well). We were going to play hope, but I felt too bloody cold. I suggested Third Relation, but Shawn didn't go for it. We tried Hope, but it fell on its face... So: The World Blind worked well. A couple more singer-songwriters, the last one hailing from Australia. The evening ended with a song called "Real Estate and Nudity."

Packed the car "It's colder than a witches tit out here." Gave Shawn a ride home. Picked up MB's car. Back at our place, cranked up the heat, and fired up the oven. Leftover Pumpkin Kibby. Cheese and crackers. Tea. Now, down basement. MB is practicing guitar. I suspect Gus is in front of the electric heater.