On my way home today

(I actually am home - I tried to post this with the mail gateway, but I guess it did not work.)

I bought my daughter a pennywhistle last night. We went to two of the local music stores, since all of us visiting are musicians. I tried out an Epiphone SG (a lower end version of a Gibson SG) because I wanted to see if it might help me achieve some seventies Beatles/Badfinger style sounds in my recordings. It didn't - I ended up sounding like Albert Collins on a telecaster, because of the way I play. Oh well.

I sent my daughter an email last night saying, "I miss you, and I love you. Tell Mom I miss her too." All I got back was "OK." Apparently, I've raised a vulcan!