I am in the rental car back to Denver with mom and pops after an early morning wake up. Don't worry, I am not driving. Pops is.
I have very poor motor skills at 5:30 AM, a fact that I seldom have to contend with. It was a little bit difficult making breakfast. It is as if my neocortex is awake, but my cerebellum is stubbornly refusing to get out of bed. I think now, at about 7:20, it has begrudgingly restored full motor faculties to my hands, allowing me to post coherently on my smart phone, but you be the judge.
Today I am flying back to Madison WI and then I will have a brief respite before I have to go and play a NYE show with Baby Rocket. I really didn't want to play this gig but the rest of the band did, so I wasn't about to be the weak link in the chain, given that is my pet peeve in most gig situations (i.e., when everyone in the band wants to play a gig, except one hold out).
This morning we get to test the hypothesis that Denver traffic always sucks, even on NYE morning. The null hypothesis is, of course, that Denver traffic will not suck this morning. In any case, we left Manitou Springs CO, where my sister lives, a little bit before 7 AM just to make sure we are at the Denver airport no later than 9 AM. I will let you know how the experiment turns out.
See you soon, Wisconsin!