After a long tour of duty on the emotional nuclear ballistic missile sub of depression, I finally surface again. And as always after such a long haul, things are totally different on the surface.
The sunlight feels good on the skin, and sitting on the front porch with a cup of coffee in the hand. A lot of things have happened, maybe one day, I'll share some.
Anyway, this last weekend was pretty good. My brother-in-law came into town, with his latest band Thunderfoot. My wife planned a party on Saturday, and I, apprehensive of such things (any mass of people, even friends and relatives) freaked somewhat. But it turned out ok.
Things are looking up...