Sunday, July 18, 2004

Hot, Hot, Hot

OK, I'm back from Indiana and ready for camp in the morning...except I'm still living out of a suitcase.  Say what?  Well, I got back from the airport and promptly walked into a 94-degree house.  The air conditioner is blowing air, but the air's not cold...and of course, it happened on a weekend, while I was away, the day after our first 100-degree day of the year, and right before jazz camp to boot.  The luck of Murphy, huh?
 
So I was all set to do a post about my weird, multi-pronged air travel and all that, but it'll have to wait until things get back to normal.  Tonight, I'm at Halfling's (he brought me home from the airport, walked into the hot house with me and immediately offered me hospitality; best friends pretty much rule that way). Having opened up just enough of a window for Tasha to get fresh air without escaping, I basically took the weekend's dirty clothes out of my duffel bag and replaced them with new ones for tomorrow, and we'll go from there.  Realistically, though, I can't see anything being fixed before Monday, and even then I'll have to send Halfling over there to wait for the service guy, since camp takes up my whole day. 
 
Despite all this, one of the busiest (but most fun) weeks of the year starts in less than 12 hours.  Tomorrow, I play with Kevin Mahogany twice (at Kris's church and of course at the nighttime camp concert) and we start the regular long days on Monday at 8:30 in the morning.  Blogging may be sparse this week; depends on exactly how long of an afternoon break I get.  Here we go...


4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sounds like ur gonna have an awesomely musical week! - I'm so jealous ;) Have a good one!

Kev said...

Hey, if you comment anonymously, please put your name at the end of the body of your comment, so we know who you are. But thanks for the good wishes, at any rate...

James said...

lol - that was me :) Blogger had signed me out and i didn't realise! sorry mate :D

Kev said...

Oh, OK, that makes sense then; it sounded like you in the writing. I didn't know Blogger could sign you out without prompting you to sign back in for commenting (like it just did here at the college when I made this comment).