9::12 a.m: Typical start of the day spent about 10-20 minutes extra looking for stuff. I ended up forgetting my satchel of record albums. I usually take some records that I am working up reviews on, because sometimes liner notes are useful. The covers and the discs themselves often offer up the date released — although a surprising number do NOT do that which means an Internet search. There are also tidbits about who else joined the band to sit in on a song or whatever. Drummer Jim Keltner (Derek and the Dominos) is on half my records it seems, I swear, even a Peter Himmelman one. He must be in his late 70s?
Check-ins. Sleep. Fell asleep watching NBA so even though I didn’t get to bed until after midnight, part of that was sleeping on the couch. Pain. No spasms. No major tendonitis or arthritis or extraordinary Lewy sumptoms right now. Slow typing. Fine motor skills like typing are my most frequent unwelcomed symptom. I have basketball tonight. Mental Health. Good. No depression. No despair. Just middle of the road right now. Thinking with my brain about my brain, Albert Einstein and black holes. Played Dwight Twilley album before work. Great song: “Outta My Hands.”