The crickets are lulling the world to sleep here in the Tree Streets tonight. My boys and my Glediator are at peace in Dreamland. I came home late from a performance I participated in at the Covey Center downtown. I wasn't at my best, but as I sit here in the dark at my kitchen table, I feel so utterly contented that the evening's foibles have now evaporated from my memory. All that remains is the swelling happiness in my gut. Why? I honestly don't know. I just feel so happy to be alive, to make music and share it with people; happy to know and love so many of you beautiful friends. I'm happy that I can show up, be authentic and let that be enough. Goodnight.