Through A Squinted Eye

Last night marked the first time I played my guitar with the amp above 1 1/2 in at least 17 weeks. (why not say 4 months?)  See the wife took the kid to book club last night so they could exchange Christmas ornaments.  Logical I know.  As she decided to take my daughter I was instructed to play loud guitar; and my amp thanks her. 

As I picked up my guitar and began to hear the rolling feedback I suddenly realized that I had know idea what to play first.  I ripped through improvised hard rock riffs and felt nothing.  Then I dropped back into  loud and gritty Blues chords and belted out inane vocals.  Ahhh that felt good.  The dog howled with me.  From there I went to the gym and ran for 20 minutes wishing the time would fly by faster.  I was starting to feel guilty about not spending any time with the dogs.  So I rushed home played with them briefly and fixed dinner. 

It seemed like a perfect evening, until my wife and daughter came home.  I then realized how much I missed my daughter through the day and knowing that 17 weeks were not bad at all.  I must admit I love my little chomper. She has two teeth by the way.  At only 17 weeks!