The Mote in my Eye
A quick post.
I’m writing. And recording. In a cabin outside of Brevard, North Carolina. Thanks to the generosity of Chris Mills, I’m writing yards from Cardinal Road.
The ocular toxoplasmosis in my right eye has flared in a mighty way. Days before Christmas, my tree looks like I’m peering through frosted glass on one side of my head, a sensation that induces dizziness and even seasickness.
Merry Christmas to me!
But on the upside, I’ve figured out how to fix flubs in my recording software. I’m zooming along now. If I can deduce how to remove some reverberation, I’ll be set. My voice isn’t the greatest, but it’s honest. I hope you’ll enjoy listening.
And please forgive me for being scarce. Screen time is murder on my eye. I wear an eye patch and write, write, write, but I’m tuckered out after a few hours.
Bear with me. I’ll read and respond as much as I can.
In the meantime…………..
Does anybody have a good holiday joke? Please share it in a comment and add some gaiety to this season.