As I type Drew and Caleb are holed up in our canadian headquarters. I haven't heard from them in a week or so, I'm assuming that means they got onto a neverending riff , and thereby forgot to sleep or eat, let alone call or write. I'll give em a few more days before I call the authorities.
I am stationed in a very warm southeastern city in the United States. Every afternoon there is a fantastic thunderstorm. Our chimney leaks, as does my car. But I have no time to worry about the impending mildew in my home or vehicle, I've got work to do.
Here's a snapshot of some of my rock and roll homework:
It sorta sounds like, jugga jun jun jun jun. bohm, bere, denernener. daa na na na naa naa.
I'll report back when I get the scoop on the border destroying writing sesh.
infinite high fives,
Kathy
