I remind myself everyday.  I remind myself to remind mysef.  I remember.  It's like this, the power of weather.  If it's raining my knee hurts. If it's sunny I hop on my bike and ride around the city streets aimlessly.  Maybe I pick up a Chai and curse myself later for spending five bucks on something so easily makeable at home.  But then I get on my bike again and ride around aimlessly.  Then I go home, and have the eternal struggle of "oh it's so nice outside, I wasting the last few days of nice weather, but I have to practice, I have to make calls, I have to book shows. I have to.  I have to take care of myself. I need to eat better. I need to not oversteam my brocolli.  I need to do nothing.  It's that time of year, the October hustle bustle, the conflicts and resolutions maybe by Christmas.  The light winter jacket, and oh crap time for a scarf. I get back on my bike, but this time with a hat on so my ears don't burn from the windy tunnels that hear the honking of the cars, the chatter of cabbies on cell phone ear peices, the kids coming out for recess, the inner dialogue telling me to go home and practice.  Ode to October. I have a crazy desire for a peice of pumpkin pie.  Yada Yada

Ron