Today is Twelfth Night, if I'm not mistaken. I'm up early, waiting for my Uber to take me to the airport, where I will spend the week in California on work. I packed my KLŌS guitar, which will be my decompression mechanism in my hotel room.
Took down my few Christmas decorations yesterday, and visited an old friend for possibly the last time. He's in hospice care - on his own volition - and while his mind is as sharp as ever, his body, at 91, is giving out on him. I halfway expect to hear from his wife this week that he's passed. I'm saddened.
The good thing about hotel rooms is that they have Internet (I remember when that wasn't always the case). I hope to check in here and see how you guys are doing, and for some grounding while I"m away.
Peace.