This weekend, the days got longer and this is always depressing to me. It means that my favorite time of the year is almost over and my least favorite are driving at me. The histamines have already begun reacting to the strontium 90. 

I'm still in development mode with a lot of ideas and some equipment changes have made these spin against the way they drive. I've also increased my activity on all other platforms – which require different technical discoveries and practices. 

Meanwhile, the primal urge to perform remains a constant static behind everything. There are persistent hang-ups within the solo arrangements as well as other A&R hindrances. Most of these are internal. There's a nagging malaise due to once again, the possibility of working with uninspiring material. Then, there is the obligatory and endemic humanistic maneuverings required. I need to, "get in with the right bunch of fellows.'