Wednesday. For whatever reason I guess I didn't get enough sleep last night, sleeping in after the alarm for an additional hour; up, then out and back from breakfast all the while feeling beat, off to the guitar lesson - which went well, looking forward to learning a new technique included in the lesson - back now at the apartment. To lie down for half an hour. It's now after twelve having returned from a sushi lunch. Hungry and thinking a little sake would encourage another longer nap. I will probably put me off from taking a walk, but it may also facilitate a good laid back guitar session later on which would be to the good.

So we'll see. Still much of the day ahead, but let's take a crack at the nap, see what the afternoon looks like after some sleep.

Later. Feel better after about an hour. It's three in the afternoon, the sun is shining and I'm feeling better, better in that I'm wanting to pick up the guitar and go over today's lesson. Go over the finger movements required to go from something called a C barre chord to a D minor barre chord. For some reason my fingers don't want to bend properly without lifting my forefinger. Getting them in shape will require repetition and practice, much in some sense I suspect like finger pushups. Interesting, this guitar playing. Still, anything for superstardom. I'm sure I'll get no blowback over stating something so sensible.

Later still. I've been working on this C to D minor barre chord transition. It doesn't matter what it is if it sounds like Greek, barre chords and such, but it involves moving your fingers over the strings from one chord up the neck to another and moving/bending your middle, ring and pinky fingers into a new position, not an altogether different position, but a position that requires moving/flexing the middle finger from its side (which now sports a callous) where it was pressing down on two strings, to then pressing down on a single string with the ring and pinky fingers moving to positions holding down their own strings beside it.

It's the essence of what I was suggesting in progress being made in little “steps”, your first take of this is hopeless that leads in incremental steps to a point where your fingers and your brain figure out a way to make it happen. So I'll keep repeating that to myself as I practice - it will come to pass, it will come to pass - and all will be grand. I once thought fingering an F chord was difficult (not hopeless, but difficult) and now I can hit it upside down while blindfolded with my right or left hand. Well, I can pretty much finger it on the beat, we'll leave the playing upside downs for later.

I guess this is better than rambling interminably on about being tired and taking naps.

Most anything is.

Evening. Well, here we are. Some guitar, some television, some thoughts of getting to bed early. An odd day. They're all in some way odd days. I'd wonder if they're going to get, well, “worse” - I don't want to say “odder” - as that would be tempting the gods. We're too old to be tempting the gods.