Now that Saturday night is over, and everyone has either performed to large, adoring audiences, or spent a wild night of partying, it's time for a Sunday stonrg cup of coffee.

I love Sunday afternoons. This is a time to float alittle. To do what we want to do, including "nothing" as one of our favorite options. Around here, I'll spend some time doing a final edit on my book (I see that I've used semi-colons like Kleenex.) I'll listen to music, and maybe pull out my acoustic guitar. I'm going to be sharing an evening of music with my friend Susan Trump, in Springfield, Mass, and it's time I dusted off the old songs. Susan has recorded more of my songs than anyone I know, and it will be great to see her and her new-since-the-last-time-I-saw-her husband. I've been requested to do my old-fangled songs, thank you. I find it amusing that I am now being asked to do Oldies concerts. My oldies.

Jerry