This is more in line with tomorrow, but what the hey:
I'll be leaving home at 0300 for a 5.5 hour trip up to a point about 20 miles north of Davenport, IA.
Weather outlook right now is temps reasonable (mid-30s), snow flurries (damn), but otherwise doable.
But I gotta get my bass trombone to the horn doctor. He's gonna put on a little gizmo that's gonna prevent my left arm and hand from falling asleep, going numb, collapsing. I can get only about 30 minutes of practice in before things start falling apart. I push it and it gets worse.
Playing the bass trombone is an ergonomic mofo.
After the work is done, I've eliminated all possible excuses. So it means to work harder.
