Lytspeed's Creativity Journal

In the early evening, I went to the airport to pick up my son, who had spent the last four weeks with his Mom in Texas. I'm very glad to have him, and eternally guilt-ridden that he has to split his time between his parents because we couldn't make it as a couple. It's not his fault; if anybody's, it's mine, because I'm the one who asked for the divorce. But he's the one suffering. I tell myself that he would be suffering more if we were together, though. I think that's true ...

While eating a late dinner at Gunther Toody's, I got a phone call from Brad the Drummer, giving me a heads up that John from Dante Spumante was going to be calling me in the morning to see if I would be able to play with them on Tuesday night at Cricket on the Hill in Denver. I haven't played much since we started working on the house, so I dug out the guitar and played along with the CD of our performance at Herman's Hideaway on July 23rd. I hope John actually does call tomorrow.