Yo. Yo.

And a peaceful day spent on the road, driving back up to Minnesota. What a wonderful adventure was had in Chicago. Italian beef sandwiches! French fries! Baby Gigi is speaking and has shown a strange affinity for her papa Matt's bass guitar, although she tends to just grab the strings rather than plucking. A long tortured introduction on Local Anesthetic which left me wishing he had just not played the song, but obviously deserved as I was very very out of it when I talked with him and might have seemed a bit like a prick. A very brief fun performance of some Johnny Cash tunes. A repaired headlight and muffler brace. Catching up with the enigmatic Greg Thomas of Lesser Birds. Hanging out with my brother and ma. More french fries! Coffee with T. And now, back up here. There's a very pressing need to do some cleaning, sleeping, and exercising but other than the sleeping it can wait until tomorrow.