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14 January 2026

Strange as angels, dancing in the deepest oceans…

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I didn’t have a chance to read more yesterday – I ended up having to retake measurements and redo a sketch of the plant shelf we want built and then I got a call from the tub/alcove manufacturer. They needed a few more photos of the alcove installation and some of the newly developing crack in the tub. By the time I finished the design work, calls, and sent the email off to the new contractor, I didn’t have reading time before other commitments.

The manufacturer called me back this morning and indicated that the alcove was most certainly installed incorrectly, and while improper installation could have caused the cracking in the tub itself, they couldn’t say for certain unless the tub was removed and examined – so it was just easier to just give us a new tub. And because of all the trouble we have been dealing with, they are going to give us a new alcove as well, so that when things are installed by someone who knows what they are doing, it will be all be brand new.

I did have a chance to play bass last night, and just jammed along with different tunes rather than focusing on perfecting one. I played along with songs I had never played before, just to feel it. I was still in the groove when my wife popped her head in the studio and told me she was headed to bed. I hadn’t realized how late it was – I lost track of time as I let Music speak through me.

Anyhow, I need to get some pasta sauce started and then read so…

Song of the day: Just Like Heaven by The Cure

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