I don’t want to lie to you: it’s not May 27. It’s actually a few days later. In fact I typed tomorrow’s blog before today’s. Am I psychic? No. Just really really good at procrastinating.

I need a blood heater. I’m always cold! I’d think my heart was broken except that I’m too darn happy. We’re staying in a lovely basement suite (thank you Gail!) but it’s very chilly. When I used to play piano recitals I would run my elbows under hot water to warm up my hands; it worked like a charm. But hand is to elbow what entire body is to ???

Honestly I’m glad that it’s a little cooler, that way I can put off wearing shorts and skirts: not my cup of tea. But in May should I really be contemplating parkas? I’m very good at making goose bumps…

Thanks to Patrick and Mike and Laura and Jeanette (sp?) at the Ironwood. Oh, and to Paul the chef! Once again I was confronted by familiar faces from the past and it was such a lovely feeling. Isn’t it strange how years may have passed and yet there’s still such a strong bond? Sometimes even stronger, thanks to hindsight and experience.

So many things to contemplate and internalize. And while it’s all been positive, it’s hard to come up with a phrase to describe it except to say that this tour is turning into a real mind—f***…