I've decided to forego the Grammy's this evening. The only bit I caught was Amy Winehouse winning best new artist. Good for her! I've been feeling a little icky today. I actually got on the roof of my house in the 50 mph wind to fix a turbine that had come loose. Not my finest hour. So now I think I'm paying the price by feeling just a little achy.
I'm doing a lot of travelling this week. Thursday, Valentine's day, I fly to New York to perform at the Living Room with my good friend Megan Palmer and then the next day travel to Washington, D.C. for a show at Phase One.
I'm excited in a way that borders on nervousness. Not so much about performing at these great venues, but rather the fact that I have a tightly choreographed travel "two-step" that I have to do that actually involves, planes, trains and automobiles in exactly that order! I shouldn't be worried about it. That's my mother in me.
Dinner: Black bean burger with salad
Listening: I can hear Tina Turner upstairs belting out "Whats Love Got To Do With It"