Got up, got a letter from America the Beautiful (no, I am not there), had a tea, rode a bike for an hour, pondered the state of the world, gave a flyer to a cute girl for my gig, bought a bag of chips, did not answer the phone (even though it rang), did sit-ups, played my guitar, played it again, it IS a Beautiful guitar, played my heart out, put a fuzzy wig in my jacket pocket (to go to the club), put on my best rock n roll Cadillac T-shirt, contemplated the meaning of a dream. Peace, -Todd