I) Day 171, 3:10am

It seems that my body does not feel the need for sleep tonight. Perhaps, the result of my stopping the prednisone, or something else??
  Two squares of cannabis laced chocolate have failed to achieve their usual result of a rested sleep.
 Perhaps I just overworked my mind a little too much today. Armed with a pile of old music books, I spent several hours digging through old music from Dylan and the Band, trying to reconnect my fingers with the memories of songs I hadn't played in well over 15 years.
 I remember liking Bob Dylan when to do so was to, essentially, label yourself as a musical outcast in the Midlands of England in the '60's. My tastes were even more eccentric than that, with a distinct love for Fairport Convention and Pentangle. I  recall having a crush on a Scottish girl who worked with my Mother. Alas, I forgot her name but I do recall her short skirts and her multicoloured panties!! I also recall her love for very old English music and the songsmith Martin Carthy.
  My musical ramblings of that time would probably fill a few note books, but then skipping ahead a few years brought me to Canada, where Dylan seemed to be just slightly more appreciated , but where "the Guess Who" was deemed to be more famous than the Beatles! Say What????
Buffet Saint Marie cemented my interest in Canadian folk and then I was introduced to Leonard Cohen's at the hands of a rival in love and I was thus forced to start taking this music stuff a lot more seriously!   LOL
 $40 bought be a nylon stringed hollow bodied generic piece of shit folk guitar via the Sears Catalogue outlet in Thompson and thus began my introduction into the world of "real" music.
  More than 40 years on, I have written and forgotten more songs and tunes than I care to recall, never really making the effort to properly learn to read music nor seriously honing my craft.
  With no work for the foreseeable future and a foreseeable future of undetermined length, it is time I started "literally" getting my shit together and getting it down on paper.
 And of course, I now have the luxury of digital audio and video recording via my Macbook and Ipad so I may, ultimately find myself able to present my "work" in a manner that renders them listenable. With a rudimentary knowledge of Garage Band, who knows what I can ferret out of my rather rusted musical brain.