Dang, we had one helluva fine small dinner last night. We had two physicists--one retired from UCSD and one high up in the technology circles of Qualcomm, and a third physicist, too, married to the latter, who does molecular modeling in software. We had a choreographer and an artist, and a 6 year old angel, and we atre most well and tippled the night away. Ibuprofen is my friend.

In less than a month I will be flying out East to visit Dani, and Janie, and Chance, and Micca, and Bobex, and Gene and Sandra, and gosh, I dunno WHO-all. I swan, seems like the best pickings are in that mid-Atlantic escutcheon. Anyway, hat's where I'll be.

Guess what I got to do today? All right, I'll tyell you! I got to take a power saw and slice up an ancient (1969) old guitar case that came with my D-35. Reason being that tyhe new, bullet-proof Hiscox case that was kindly provided with my Nick Apollino Apollo angel also fits my Martin perfectly. It's tough as nails, so I will just use it for either guitar. This brightens up the music room by removing one tattered old road-worn case. Yay.

Two weeks, Mom. Two weeks until I no longer have an excuse for not making up my mind what to do with myself. Yayyy!



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