Oh woe is me – tis a frustrating day. Some places are advertising times that are counter to what we’d discussed, some clients are working with print centres that keep demanding changes to file sizes that are contraindicated on their websites… and I’m having to tapdance, shuffle, and try to explain terms like “safety margin” and “full bleed” to people for whom the prior is soon going to have to be applied lest the latter become literal.
Figuratively speaking, of course.
We’re crossing the mighty Mississippi for the second-to-last time of the tour – when next we see this massive body of water we’ll be in Louisiana, heading east out of New Orleans, and she’s a very different entity down there.
Yesterday was a very, very welcome day off and we used it to experiment with some stopgap measures to fill the sonic hole left by Heather’s departure. I definitely miss the lack of percussion when Heather’s not with us and I’ve bought a couple of toys that I hope will give us a little more punch. If we’re feeling gutsy we’ll try them out tonight – but I’ve been known to back away from scary things…. Back away sloooowly. We’ll see how comfortable I feel at The Social Room tonight!
We’re on the highway working our way down I-70 around west Saint Louis, eyeballing our constant companion : Midwest weather. Storm clouds are hanging low ahead and to the south of us – they pummeled us just as we were loading out to depart, delaying us by a couple of minutes, but seeing how as the temperature’s dropped by about 20 degrees I’m not going to gripe.
Roadside America on billboards on the plains to either side – dinosaurs eating cars, penitentiary ghost tours, cheap loans and cheaper bankruptcy lawyers. Signs for sin and signs for repentance and McDonalds and gasoline. It’s a grey, grey Tuesday and we’re grateful that I-70 brings us no surprises.
