Damn you Netflix! Another damaged/unplayable disc. I was looking forward to that.

GPOY(going crazy).  On Sunday, I will have been home for 8 days straight…the longest stretch since moving to Athens.  I can say without a doubt that I’m not yet ready for retirement.  

Sure, there’s things I could be doing.  Hiking, running, reading, listening to music, going shopping, napping, baking, sitting at the bar, Netflixing….

Which one do I pick?  How about tomorrow?  And Sunday?

I’m not used to having these kinds of options and the wide-openness of it is sort of overwhelming.

Fly Me Up To Heaven - The Dirty Guv’nahs

Playing Smith’s Olde Bar tonight.  We’ll see how the day goes, but that might be worth a drive to Atlanta.

Darnit!  

Yesterday morning I accepted my first speaking engagment for my new gig.  It’s on March 10 in Oregon, which is actually one of the states where I have not visited.  So I’m excited about it.

Yesterday afternoon I received the invitation pictured above in the mail.  It’s to the wedding for one of my good friends back in Texas. On March 10.  

Crud. 

Fletcher - Blitzen Trapper

Oh Mama, I’ve been talkin’ to those Western stars

No really, I’ve had a mini hippie dance fest in my house tonight…big floppy hat and all (yes, the blinds are pulled).  Just me and a few glasses of the good stuff.  And I’ve had a ball.  But, I reckon it’s time to call it a night.  

Stranger In a Strange Land - Blitzen Trapper

Still. This record.  All week long.  Hot damn, I love it.  

Thursday Night solo dance party continues.

Woodford y’all! My love before Bulleit.

Thursday night solo dance party. If this album can’t make you happy then you might be the most miserable kind of sonofabitch.