Goodness but it is strange writing this at this time of the day - its almost like, what should I say? How the end of the working day feels different from the beginning - except this isn't the end because there is another stint to go. After which I will drive home around 9 and arrive around 10.30; adding that to last night's long one too I will be ready to sit in my own kitchen to strum the dobro, nary fit for much else, but that is just ok. I will write more tomorrow, this is just a fleeting dash before I do indeed dash... In the meantime I have this playing in my office, enjoy:
