They're here, arrived on the day that Mercury's retrograde lifted, and carried up six flights of stairs by yours truly. I thought I would be a pony out of the gate when the CDs arrived, I am taking the weekend to exhale, and rest up.
They're not perfect. But they're close enough.
There's more to say, but I'm wrapped in a blanket of something that is feeling like exhaustion.
It won't last long. It can't. In the last 48 hours, I've been having really great conversations about the album and all that's to happen to it. I'm searching in the attic and under the floorboards for my strength reserves; I will definitely need them.
More soon.
jul
