My wife and I performed for three hours at a winery we were somewhat regulars at for years. About a 10 hour day, travel included. Shot. I've that above average warmth feel that comes with working hard. Familiar faces, free drinks, solid pay, good tips. There was a TV actor in the crowd, possibly a second, but not from shows I ever watched regularly, so I'm probably out of luck on figure out their names. The Mexican food truck on site gave us a deal on eats for the ride home, which ride occurred during dusk, my favorite time of the day. Glorious skies meeting rather flat terrain the last third of the way.
Such a contrast to this morning, when I agonized a bit about possibly posting again, which might have led to a bit of exchange, but nothing remotely close to our rather epic outing (the Zep song "Kashmir" suddenly comes to mind).
Last night I was thinking the internet is a sort of karaoke night of life. It sounded a bit harsh at the time, but the contrast between typing this and today's performance is, well... black and white are suddenly not feeling so smugly proud at all....
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