The dreary light continues as Heather works the phlegm out of her system. In theory we’re supposed to be singing again tomorrow, but I’m not really sure if she’ll be up for it. I’d like her to give it a rest until she’s better…
There’s an ice storm advancing up the coast, and I get conflicting reports from different weather sites – some say it’s rain, some say sleet – I’m hoping it’s through by tomorrow afternoon, but if it’s not, we might not have any say in whether or not we’re performing tomorrow. It’s just stupid to risk your Lives and Livelihood and car and guitars over a couple of songs.
Maybe that makes me less of an Artist – but… I’ll pick up my guitar and play a bit for the precipitation and see what comes of it. Besides, we like Georgia’s cat, KC – she plays Scrabble with us.
