So...I have the day off work to prepare for a big gig tomorrow. Rehearsal isn't till 4pm. I could have slept until eleven, had a cigar or two, and then started the day - just like back in the day when I was a long-haired, coke-and-nicotine fueled, leather-clad wannabe rock star. And that was exactly what I was going to do. But noooooo. I'm 50 now. At 5:30am, I'm effing awake.
Oh well...I'll light up a CLE Connie soon as the family is off to school and work.
Morning, muchachos.