Funny how it stormed the whole night after. I noticed that weather works that way for me when I feel like poop. Or maybe that's just the flow of things, and the gathering of a thunderstorm is actually a gathering of something more, that it sort of alters our thinking... After all our brain responds to electromagnetic changes. What did H. Thompson say? "All energy flows according to the whims of the great Magnet. What a fool I was to defy him."
So I guess it's time to scout up some blues, get friends over for a jam and see where the day takes me. I will make some posts a bit later, but right now - track of the day: