Ok so things don't always go the way you plan them.  I got a cold at the EPR, on the way home I blew a intake hose on the diesel, then ran into a bridge construction and had to detour 20 miles. So I took my other truck but then I had no place to sleep, so I get this hotel room, and then the lights went out.  So I took my guitar and went into the bar, and played there until the lights came on, (they had gas lights.).  Then my space at the show got moved to the back and this lady backs into my trailer. I am now set up behind a butchering demonstration so all the smoke from the wood fires and the smell of pig come blowing into the tent.  Sales are mediocre and to top it all off there is no Sunday bunny. Oh and I drive away from the show and forget to lock the trailer door, but I catch it before shit falls out.

So I go home, go to the Dr. get new brakes on the truck, and new tires, and wipers, and a new hose, and new springs, and a new backup light, and a new running light, and a new brake line, and give the dog a bath and take the grandkids to McD for lunch.

But I feel good enough to bitch about it so I guess that's a good thing.

Wish I wasn't going to spend another weekend alone.