Hmm...I can't help but notice at this particular moment that I'm not sleeping, despite the fact that it's 2:51 AM. Too much on my mind. Too many things I need to do that sleeping makes me feel neglegent of. One of the things that was weighing heavy on my mind a few moments ago when I was lying in bed wide awake, was how I kept meaning to write for the website, but somehow it keeps slipping my mind. I've been writing plenty in general. I spent about 10 hours this evening working on a paper about the history and construction of the cello. This past week, I've written page after page after page after page after page of personal reflection, but it seems like it would be self-indulgent to put that on this website for you to have to sift through. Either way, I'm writing now.

I wonder, possibly, if my lack of sleep could be attributed to the fact that I learned this evening, once again, I will be opening for Over the Rhine at Canal Street Tavern in Dayton (Saturday, Oct. 23). Once again, I get to not only witness Karin & Linford's musical partnership of emotive, wandering beauty, but I get the chance to contribute to it. And what's great is that my friend Brodie Porterfield is opening for them the previous night, on Friday. It's a little bit of a perfect-circumstances-overload, but I'm dealing with it.

Is it just me, or is this the most beautiful fall ever? I don't know that I've ever fully appreciated Ohio autumn until this year. Maybe it's being in a slightly different area, change of scenery, I don't know, but I've been feeling a little flustered. So many things are conspiring against me to inspire me to write whether I want to or not. Late night trips to the Waffle House, discussions about the nature of love and religion, heartache and bike rides next to rivers. The poetry in me is stirring from it's Rip Van Winkle-ish nap. I think I should pull out a pen. Songs may come rushing out before the show next week.

Kick up some leaves. Drink some cider. See you soon.
*rlc