blue skies.

Hopefully soon, I will write a 'for real' blog post, like old times. I definitely have the material for it.
For now, at 1:01 A.M. -- throat sore, body tired, mind faint at the prospect of the hours of rehearsing this weekend will demand, and heart heavy with many questions and worries, I'll share with you this…

{On days of gray
When doubt clouds my view
It's so hard to see past my fears
My strength seems to fade
And it's all I can do
To hold on, 'til the light reappears
Still, I believe though some rain's bound to fall
That you're here next to me
And you're over it all}
Grant Cunningham; Matt Huesmann