I have started picking up my guitar at the end of the day. Except, it's noisy. So I can't pick it up after nine. Which means I'm in a bit of a mad rush to play my guitar. Which is nice, no?

I have been bashing through easy songs, Bowie, Jackson Browne, Death Cab, They Might Be Giants, whatever floats across my transom.

Obviously I have forgotten a zillion chords since my last attempt at performing music... cough five years ago, and I was rusty then, really more like seven.  I am rusty as hell.

And yet, my sense of rhythm is better. Some things come more naturally.

That probably has something to do with eight (what! When did that happen!) years of dancing.