I remember reading a Farley Mowat book in which he discusses his switch from a regular sleep schedule to one more in tune with the wolves he was studying. Instead of the usual 8 hours straight, his sleep allotment came in much smaller increments spaced throughout the day. This is much how Darren and I survive in the days leading up to a long tour, although the biggest difference between Mowat and me is that I can usually only fit in one nap in a 24-hour cycle.
I can’t believe how much there is to do!! Besides just packing clothes and gear, we had to coordinate merch, keep the promotion in motion, clean the house for our house-sitter… Darren even took time to remove the sticky gunk left behind on my guitar case after a run-in with some duct tape. Peanut butter works like a charm! A messy, unappetizing, “may contain traces of nuts” charm!
We didn’t have time to consume food ourselves, but we had to make sure the guitar case was fed.
So while the case ate like a king all out of Wonder Bread, I prepared an all-day buffet equally as nourishing:
Part of this complete breakfast!
By the end of the day I was so tired that I just barely remember giggling while describing a t-shirt caption idea. I will share it here knowing that it makes absolutely no sense, but I just want to prove my exhaustion:
It supposed to say “Oops!” but there’s an “O” missing. This was side-splititngly funny to me at 4 am. I don’t think you’d truly grasp the hilarity unless you stayed up for 30 hours straight, subsisting only on “baked not fried” crackers, OR if you banged your head really hard. I recommend neither; I’m always up for a laugh, but this one’s just not worth it…
I was so pleased to stop in Wabigoon for my first show of the tour. Thank you for hosting us John! I hope you didn’t mind me grilling you about your job as a “flight medic”. I’m just so fascinated with people who have that kind of information in their head, and those kind of adventures in their past. I wanna learn how to trach someone at 20,000 feet! (Although with my level of aerophobia I think I would find it difficult to wield a scalpel while simultaneously clutching my armrests…)
