I was listening to Walk in the Sun last night, with my cat cuddled up to me. Near the end of the song, I realized that the fingers of my right hand were strumming/picking along with the song. Note to self: the cat doesn’t appreciate being strummed.
It’s been so long since I’ve played but I guess the fingers remember. Makes me wish I hadn’t gotten rid of my old guitar when I moved up here. It wasn’t a top-of-the-line model but it held tune really well and had a nice sound.
Life Begins at 41...or maybe 43 