We went to NABBA and had a good weekend. I did something I probably shouldn't have by telling Don about Jack's affair. He took it like Don would -- "Okay." and a wag of his head. The band was phenomenal Saturday night, and the crowd was on its feet before the last chord. It was more than electric, it was downright radioactive. Fantastic performance. They took second because of a bad bit of trombones on Friday.
Now it's time to gear up for drum corps. I have a show with Blessed Sacrament and Bracken on the 21st. And I don't have the air or lip for either. But I'll get there and do the job.
I haven't been writing though, and I do need to push that now. It's ridiculous that I'm halfway through the novel and can't seem to push forward. It's not laziness. It's avoidance, for sure. Fear, a little.
Definitely depression too. I haven't showered since last Friday, and this is Tuesday. Shame on me, but I don't care.
Life continues.
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