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Day 15 ‘What the Dickens.’

The view from the bedroom window this morning is, well, there isn’t one. 

If it weren’t for the choking smell of fire attached to it, I’d think I had wandered on to a film set. Outside is eerie quiet — the eye of the storm kind of feeling. I’m looking at my drum kit and wincing just a bit. I’d planned to track some hitty bangy things today, but even the sound of my footsteps on the floorboards seems loud. The waiting game for some kind of normal to return rolls on, when it does, here’s hoping for positive changes, and we steer clear of complacency. 

Signal-man out.

Until tomorrow!

Stevie. x