Sweet Home Georgia

Coffee in the Austin skyline mug (maybe in honor of the bachelorette--she lives there), "Don't Cross the River" by America on iTunes. Wicker basket of mail on my left, coffee on my right, three (final! final! final!) edits on the book to review asap. I've already cleaned the pond filter and soaked all the plants, and that's about the day. I couldn't do any more than today than I've already listed if I tried. The rest of the day I am going to lie in my sky chair and listen to my audio book.

Got in last night at 11:15. Made it in two days, though I won't say easily. The jury is still out on whether to drive next year or not. I would love it if it were a family trip. It's the easiest drive I have ever done--the route is flat and straight, and there is almost no traffic on it. There isn't even a rush hour anywhere. The closest we came was in Albuquerque, and we were through it in no time. But when I am away from Dave and Jessie I desperately want to get home, and I'm just too old for two back-to-back 1000-mile days at the end of a show (set-up, show, breakdown), after already driving 2000 miles, after loading up... Why am I even thinking of this right now? Any brain cells I would normally use for calculation and analysis have taken the day off, and I have this record of what it was like to do it this time so I can look back next year.

Now off to the day--what there will be of it. I end the post listening to "Sweet Home Alabama" by Lynyrd Skynyrd, and today--with the substitution of Georgia--that's exactly how I feel.