The weather is gloomy this morning. I check and check again the weather for the weekend. The five day forecast is saying it will be gorgeous. I’m hoping so.

Again, everything is ready. I have small things to do. Wiring pictures, cutting up cardboard placers to protect frames, doing yet another inventory to make sure I have what I need. I have what I need. Still, why not inventory again?

I’m as ready as I’m gonna be. I hope it is good show. Well, that goes with out saying, right? I’m nervous, but it’s muted. Muted by the frequency of being nervous. I need to do more of these things so that it’s just another gig. Also so I can be financially afloat. I will do that, look for more shows. A couple days after I get through this show. I think I’ll need to relearn how to breath easy after this.

Enough bleh, I’m gonna go recheck it all.