artisticWe were out and about this afternoon, and I happened to stop at Sam Ash, and needless to say, I had to walk out with something: a hollow-body D'Aquisto knockoff. It just spoke to me, and Mary was there egging me on, and, well, one thing led to another. I'd been frustrated lately that I hadn't had the time or the inclination to play much guitar; I guess these things have a way of working out sometimes.
Tomorrow we get the space heaters cleaned, load some things into the van, and have dinner with my brother and sister-in-law. Hopefully, we're on the road on Thursday.
