Today, ninth day of furlough from work. Is that a fitting word? Furlough sounds akin to holiday and fun.
Shut away. Finding things to do is not too difficult. Books, music, radio, podcasts. I’m sliding into an out of the ordinary way of living. Why worry? As long as food still shows up at the door now and again all is good.
I don’t listen to the early Marillion albums as much as I used to but had to have this new deluxe edition of Script For A Jester’s Tear. I was too young when progressive rock was in it’s 70’s pomp and I see this album as the first prog album of my generation.
It does sound a bit dated now and they went on to make better albums but this one still has a special place in my history. Listening to Garden Party gives me a real pang of nostalgia.
This series of deluxe editions has been worth every penny.