I am, as the title suggests, still breathing. Health-wise everything is pretty good. Down to physical therapy once a week for the busted ankle, and no new aches, pains or illlnesses.
Otherwise, not so awesome. I have a bad feeling about the guy thing that has been going on for the past month or so. And I know to trust my bad feelings. So, I wait for the other shoe to drop, or the blow off to occur, or whatever. I had spent the first two weeks of this "thing" happily ensconced in "whatever land" where I would be ok either way. The second two weeks I dared to hope for more/better, and it's looking like that didn't do me any good.
So, I'm working my way back to whatever land. It's not going well.
Damn me for being such a thinker.
Doesn't help that I'm on the wagon, and intend to stay firmly on said wagon until the end of September. I'm telling you, if anyone needs a drink right about now, it's ME.
I did survive/do ok at my first show actually Working at Old Town in my new jobby. Admittedly I was
Work work is good. Things are steady busy, which provides some distraction from my ever-churning brain.
Chicago has the shittiest radio stations on the planet. Consider this today's public service announcement.