Everything is still. (Boulder, Colorado)

Home. It’s where I want to be, but I guess I’m already there. I feel numb. She lifted up her wings, I guess that this must be the place. (D. Byrne)

I’m sitting here tapping my foot… going through photos and audio recordings of shows from the past week… should go to bed soon and sleep off the two weeks of travel, but my mind is trained to be taking a stage at this time of night. I spoke to Anton earlier and he was crashing at like 9pm, dead tired. I’m not wired that way, I guess.

I’ll be productive and add all of the new email addresses that we got on tour to our database. It will be great to see those folks (and their friends) in April. A new record lies between now and then.

Time to start updating the blog rather than the Road Journal, as the road is officially behind us for a few months.

Hasta until later, thanks for reading and for all of your friendly emails on the road.