Soonish. . .

Sitting at work, the fall starts up slow, with holes in the schedule, which is fine, especially if you miscalculate how long you'll be at work and need to walk across 3938 lanes of traffic to get pizza. Mmmm. . . Pizza. . . It was good. I skipped the loonie-shake, because I'm fairly certain that it's 99% sugar, and 1% fat. . .

Play in an epic street-ball kid's basketball game of "bump" on Sunday. Peja wandered off with a little friend, and older siblings, cousins, and neighbours gathered to teach me humility. It is really cool to get knocked-out by a cheering 8 year old. Perhaps yelling, "that's fucking bullshit!" each and every time wasn't called for, but if I don't teach them how to swear, who's going to? It was good times. Pick-up parents/teachers basketball starts up next week -- I am so jazzed.

Got a new version of "Society Dames" recorded and mixed yesterday. 1 down, 9 to go! Come on new album! The baby is coming in 2 months, so it'd probably be a good idea to get this done soonish, right?

Hope you are well,

Jay.