Hands on day.
Walked early, wrote a little, took care of a v.o., retrieved the shop vac, read a little, then off to the gym. Posted an email or two between gigs.
Ran across a nicely written essay by a man named Robert Stothart in the new edition of the Florida Review, titled "Nighthawks."
Need to clean up "Sweetheart of the Rodeo" tomorrow. Get it out the door and move on to something new.