It was fun.
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Saturday, February 3, 2007
Bedtime
Oh it's been a day. To bed last night at 3 or so? Then up at 8:30, and on the road for 10 hours, from Portland to Berkeley. Now i'm going to sleep, and waking up at 4:45 am to take Kathy Rose to the airport; I'll miss her! The show last night at the Funky Church was nice. The wooden walls and the quiet. The shimmery candles. Everyone listened so intently! Good to see Rachael and Sean. And good to sing with the Maher boy again.
Tomorrow, it's San Francisco! The final destination! What a journey it's been. Between the giant ice-storm in Texas and the giant calzone in Missoula and the giant dog in Portland I've lost my bearings a bit. Today I thought for a moment I was in the Hudson Valley. But I was actually somewhere in Oregon. There were pretty hills and the sky was gray.
Kathy says, after a sigh, "it's bedtime, I think." We both smell good from hot showers. Her hoodie is pink and mine is blue. I hope I dream of horses or mules.
Tomorrow, it's San Francisco! The final destination! What a journey it's been. Between the giant ice-storm in Texas and the giant calzone in Missoula and the giant dog in Portland I've lost my bearings a bit. Today I thought for a moment I was in the Hudson Valley. But I was actually somewhere in Oregon. There were pretty hills and the sky was gray.
Kathy says, after a sigh, "it's bedtime, I think." We both smell good from hot showers. Her hoodie is pink and mine is blue. I hope I dream of horses or mules.
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