Or Tuesday.
I just got home after spending way too much time prior to leaving on stuffing my face (Peameal and eggs. Any non-Canadians know what peameal is? I learned something.), 12th fretting and just shooting the breeze. Who cares? I enjoyed the time much more than if I'd been driving, and I missed most of the heavy traffic.

Had a flat tire and a coolant leak. Mick fixed the tire. There will be a THIRD photo of him lying down by a car at Mudcat when I get my photos sorted. I took the car down to the garage Rick alway went to. They checked it out completely (found nothing wrong), and gave me some advice, and wouldn't accept any payment. They also, despite the fact they'd known Rick for years, never knew he was a musician. I gave 'em a copy of 'Acoustic Workshop' and Heather gave me a replacement. I drove home, and nothing fell off or blew up.

Mick would tell you more, but his computer is screwed. He did some recording and a bit more hanging out with the Beef Bros than I did, but I spent a couple of lovely evenings at Paul and Bev Mills's's. Paul, if you read this, know that I really DO feel inspired to actually learn some of the songs I've written. These gatherings were wonderfully warm (actually, friggin' FREEZING, but nobody wanted to go inside). Heather put on one hell of a garden party on Saturday. Good food (chilli - appropriate!), great music, and friends that jes' don't get no betteer.

Paul let me hear the early stage of Jed's recording. He just keeps getting better and better, and I can't wait to hear how the finished product sounds.