Slow and Steady

Things continue apace.  My half-assed shows this weekend turned out to be incredibly fun.  I sold plenty of CD's and killed all three sets.  The opener was a good friend and great comic, and the feature was someone I didn't know and completely underwhelming, but all in all, a fine weekend of comedy jokes.

I continue to query agents (plural, thanks to Jodi's bad influence) who are far too important to deal with the likes of me.  That's not false modesty - I'm just querying rock-star-level people at the moment.  Nothing ventured and all that.  I'm building a mail merge file of mere mortals and will start sending those letters out once I reload on stamps and envelopes.

Me and the Missus are doing well, I guess.  We've had a sort of passive/aggressive detente going the last couple weeks, and I'm not sure exactly where it's coming from.  I either feel like a victim or an asshole, depending on the hour of the day.  But then everything will be hunky dory and giggling at the Simpsons, so I don't know what's up.  Maybe it's just living in a house with two crazy kids. 

I miss Colorado like anything.  Mountains make me good inside.