Rolling Eastbound and down. Passed a house. You know. A house on wheels. Swerving around on the interstate because it’s WAY too windy for houses to be out and about today, but no calamity ensued and we have left it miles behind us in the rearview mirror.
We’re headed hard to Charlottesville and, well, it would’ve been nice to break the drive in half the way we’d planned, or get the drive done yesterday and then have most of the day before our last gig free to relax as plan B would’ve gone, but no – plan C consisted of hanging out eating amazing Cuban food and playing Bears vs Babies with old and new friends till we all went to bed full and happy in a beautiful house wrapped in warmth while the crystalline winter snows of Kentucky beautified Lexington around us…
I mean, obviously Plan C wasn’t too bad, but Plan A would probably see us relaxedly brunching somewhere in West Virginia right now… and plan B would probably see us just puttering around our friends’ house in Virginia right now… as it is we’ve got five hours of driving to go and we just passed a swerving house.
Still, plan A and B probably would’ve involved a LOT of driving in the snow, and today is sunshiney and beautiful, the rest seems to have done my Plague some good (meaning it’s actually done some BAD to the Plague and I’M feeling a lot better because it actually did ME some good) and though I’m snuffly and going over the mountains is probably going to compact congestion in my ears into a glutinous sludge that will impact my ability to at least tune this evening if not my actual physical balance AND I’m still coughing here and there … at least I no longer actually kind of feel like I’m going to die, nor do I feel kind of like I want to…
Five hours. Three hour gig. Two hours. Crash. Tomorrow is home at whatever speed we want.
Almost there.
Stay on target.
