Being sick is such a drag.
Elliot turns a year-and-a-half old today. Some say eighteen months. Of course there’s always that comedic bit on when to stop referring to your child’s age in months (ie. This is my son. He’s 47 months old. Ha ha). That shit is so tired.
I’ll be gigging with Nadjiwan for the Return of the Drum Festival in Owen Sound this Saturday. Last year was a lot of fun. I’m hoping Marc rents another one of those bohemeth SUVs that block out the sun (Canyonero, ya-hah, cracking whip sound).
Beats driving my clunker for three hours each way.