Return

I got back in town last night in time to shower and go straight to the gig.

It was an interesting but stressful trip that I will write about later.

As for now, I am beat, tuckered out, weary, played, burned out, beat up, drained, used, spent, exhausted, defunct.

Back in the groove tomorrow.

Oh how many travlers get weary,
Bearing both their burdens and their scars,
Don’t you think they’d love to stop complaining,
And fly like eagles out among the stars.
Oh-Oh, and fly like eagles out among the stars.

From “Out Among The Stars” by Adam Mitchell

Stop complaining, Jack.