Except for some of the deepest piles, the snow is gone. Maverick, the big Dog and I took a two mile walk in the morning mist and then I dittoed that with Perseus, The Little Guy. Nice to be able to walk around outside without being bundled up like a kid in a snowsuit. (Remember those, older folks?)
It looks like some road gigs may be coming my way, but these are still thoughts and nothing is even close to being written in stone. Based on ongoing discussions my colleagues and I have, it will be a very long time (if ever) that touring returns to pre-2020 levels. That said, what else are we going to do except, well… the best we can.
Well, it’s always warm in the Fur Peace Station, so I hope to ‘see’ you all there tonight.