Through itself

Oatmeal cooking over there in the kitchen.  Old Daphne cuddles up to the hot stove in the living room, her bones always a bit too cold it seems.  Her fur sometimes get a little burnt smell.  FRANTIC played at Chez Random last night.  Our practices are short and intense.  Yesterday we clocked in at only 33 minutes, but my fret fingers were buzzing and sore when we stopped.  Last week was full of space money and helping Stardust move out of her house and into storage.  This week seems musical, with both LaunchPad and FRANTIC getting together already, and I’m hoping that My Dirty Little Secret can manage some playing time on Thursday.  That would be so cool.  Okay, time to forward the day through itself.