I don't like to think of myself as an entirely superstitious person. I don't base my life around avoiding black cats or giving a percentage of my income to some church. However, I seem to fear bad juju in some forms. I am afraid to mention good things I anticipate that aren't 100% for fear of jinxing them. Not just a little fear, but a paranoid conflict between the desire to share positive energy and the idea that, once out there, it could disipate and ... disappear. So, I'm not going to say anything. Ever.

Sunday I head to KC to meet Rachel at the airport, then we'll stay overnight at our recent tourmate Lauren's family's home before flying out to Cape Fear on Monday morning.

Thought for today: Death comes for us all; sometimes it comes on rollerskates.