My left hand is still swollen, mainly around the ring finger joints in my hand. Gone down a lot though. Haven't been able to bend a note in over two weeks. I'm putting the guitars away for a bit to try and heal. My ribs have gotten better but sneezing and coughing can still be dicey. My ****ing sciatica just won't go away. I spent the entire day today doing ice and rest. Ice and rest.

I am seriously getting too old for this ****. Basically, physical pain pretty much every waking moment for the last 8 weeks. It takes me 15 seconds getting out of my reclyner just to make sure I don't pinch my sciatic nerve again.

If not for ice cubes, clear rum, caffiene diet coke, two really cool dogs, and Linny, I think I'd have have put a round in my head by now.

2017, give me a ****ing break for cripes sakes.

With winter having come and gone abruptly, we're in that season again. The warm, humid weather of North Carolina. Nights of restless frogs and crickets, the hum of the highway drifting in and out our Southern home's open windows. I've always articulated a certain mood with this season. It's... calm. A romantic calm that's I've always felt would be spent best at someone's side; be it a close friend or a lover. I have neither currently, but I have myself. And the feeling of spending this season alone is just as powerful emotionally as with someone I love. Because I feel longing, intense longing. I feel alive.

I remember last year around this time I was really into Whenever, If Ever, and I think that that album is really the perfect soundtrack to the feelings that come with it.

aww <3

And now come the long, humid nights where I am forced to constantly shift in my bed in order to escape the slimy dampness from my copious amounts of sweat.

You'll never feel lonely when you have a big screenful of MB up in your face.

Can't you buy a dehumidifier?

Not in Virginia apparently

I love this! Early spring in the south does indeed conjure a sort of bone-deep, dolorous-yet-pleasurable state of longing, (makes me want to read Keats and Flannery O'Connor and drink moonshine on the porch) especially in the evenings with its cicada songs and honeysuckle fumes. It demands proper musical accompaniment, too.
..Although in a mere two months the heat will be unbearable.

You're lucky, having all of that greenery around you! My aunt lives there and describes it as being "suffocated by trees" which sounds like heaven.