I’m so incredibly mad right now. I just got home and unpacked my bags from a month and a half on the road, which was a glorious moment, but I noticed one thing was missing: my favorite beanie. Now I’m not usually one to fuss about things like this but a good beanie is something you just can’t replace, and Mark Ellison gave me it for my birthday. Bummer.

Lots of things went missing on the trip, but they all returned to me. Lost my Ipod for a week and had already quit grieving when I found a secret crevasse in the rental car it had been hiding in. My cell phone disappeared for a day before it rang out its obnoxious ring from a crevasse in the couch. But I just don’t have much hope for my beanie.

Other than that, life is good. Those last few days at bells seemed to last an eternity. I don’t know what it is, but down days at an event seem to last twice as long as down days anywhere else in the world. I guess it’s cause you’re in constant compromise with everyone around you. Always waiting for that next call or something. Anxiety. Oh well. That’s over for about a month. So peace out. I'll write again soon...

dane