Long, long day. Up and in the studio before 3:00 this morning. Feared I would go out there and fall asleep on the porch. Fortunately, Loody Muddles left me a mug of Hoot Hoog. After slurping that down, dashed into the studio, ripped off my shoes and socks and hopped into the alphavat and started stomping out word wine. It was a delightfully creative time.

But by this time in the afternoon, I feel as though I am pulling a pallet of bricks through a briar patch. Hot Hoog I need ya now.