My life has been derailed in more ways than one. Training is f'ed up. Haven't been able to touch the guitar in 2 weeks. Now I need to replace my car. Continuing fallout from divorce and settlement. My temporary living space, I have no place to do ski prep. Gotta deal with divorce fallout. Gotta get my father into an assisted living.
Trust me, even though I used to be a salesman: I'd love to have some f'n stoke right now.
On a positive note: one of my housemates is involved in a music project with James Mastro from the Bongos and Ian Hunter. Yup, THAT Ian Hunter.