Taking Stock

These last few days are running together in a pretty serious way. It feels like I get home and am allowed no more than an hour of waking life with Jen before bedtime, and that I wake up in the morning with a maximum of twenty minutes to spare before I have to jet out the door to get back to work. I'm at "work" now, and I've been awake for 46 minutes. I'm not complaining; there is no way I'd rather be spending my days than knocking out this album (which grows more and more promising as the songs mass). It's just an awfully weird experience for mind and body alike. I have memories from about six weeks ago of living in much the same way as this when I was in the final stages of my thesis, but that was a much more isolated effort. At least this time there are four of us all working toward the same deadline, sharing the same level of dedication/enthusiasm. Truthfully, it's been a blast so far, very much in keeping with Chris's early assertion that it would be like going to "making a record" camp. An exhausting blast.

I'm going to indulge in a sandwich of some sort soon, and follow that up with some serious strawberry-rhubarb pie courtesy of Ethan and Meri thank you both very much. Then it's back to GH for our last day of basics, which will match us against [gulp] Deerhead. I'll write another one of these later today or tomorrow, when there might be hope of actually being able to construct words resulting from neurological activity of some kind.