Anyway, it's now noon, I've had the after breakfast nap, some of which involved sleep. It would have been longer if UPS hadn't shown up, but a decent nap, more than enough (I hope) to catch up for last night and the night before that. The guitar lesson at two-thirty, a practice session or two before we go and then on to the one deadline I still have to prepare for in this life and then the week is done and we can spend the rest of the day watching more of these damned Spiral episodes.

Later. Another lie down on the bed to take a nap, we'll still get in a little practice, only to get up an hour and a half later to set out for the guitar lesson just in time at two. Keep the late nights to a minimum it's screaming saying. At least that's the message I'm hearing. For now. A redefinition will undoubtedly come in handy some evening when the question comes up again. As it will.

A good lesson, went through Imagine like a breeze, which is good considering how many times I've played it on and off over this last year since the first time it was assigned. Progress, I guess. The guitar comes with practice, but a lot of practice, something they don't emphasize when you start.

Not for the faint hearted?

And perhaps those who don't listen to music the way they once did. Doesn't matter, it's going to be a long day in hell when we give up.

Back now to listen to the news and (undoubtedly) start on Spiral again. They've managed to pack each and every one of the half dozen or so main characters with all the vices, double crosses, aspirations, actions (both good and bad) known to man, similar to House in many ways, everything is totally over the top. Maybe one of the norms now in popular programming. Best, maybe, to watch it as you use salt: a little bit spread sparingly over a long period of time.

Evening. A Maigret I haven't seen before, so we watched as we tuned the guitar, but left it on the stand and didn't eventually play. Not good, but then again, not disastrous.

Other than Maigret, more of the hour long Spiral chapters, they continue to pile disaster up on disaster onto each and every one of the character's. The sins of an entire generation collected and heaped upon the characters so deep and so dense you couldn't cut it with a knife (or an ax). What does that mean? Means it's both absorbing and difficult to stomach. Again, every character is riddled with flaws, most of which are jarringly displayed open and naked in the light.

That description sounds awfully opaque.

Opaque enough to lead one to bed early this evening.