I have to go sort my compost pile.
I already cleaned all my g-ns today, so the house has the sweet aroma of bore cleaner. Now, as I manually “clean” the carpet, I can occupy my mind by singing the Pythagorian modes, ascending and descending, replenish the carpet’s earlier texture by grooming the dog, go out and dirty up the g-ns again, and teach my guitar students how to play “Money” by Pink Floyd cuz I like playin’ bass on that one, Water my plants, answer my pings, collect the mail, sell stuff on eBay, call my Mom, Pray For America, Practice my (3) instruments, and schedule a rehearsal for the Band for Sunday Service, after compiling the music program for Sunday. oh yeah...and eat something.
I don’t have a compost pile, but if i did, it would definitely be time to sort it. hahaha