I woke up this morning a little earlier than I have been waking up normally -- finally. See, I've been trying to adjust my sleep schedule so I get up in the morning with time to do things besides just run off to work. I've been going to bed earlier, but I still seem to sleep through several snooze cycles until it's time to get up and rush to work. Today, that didn't happen and I was able to get up with plenty of time before having to leave for work. So I brewed a nice pot of coffee and sat down to do my devotional reading. It's been over a month since I've done my reading, I'm ashamed to say. Once again, I learn the joys of starting the day with a good half-hour reading and meditating on God's word. Why don't I do this every day? I was especially struck by Romans 2:1, which reminds me that I'm getting too prideful again. I need a good smack-down every now and then.
On the way to work, I dug out my Johnny Cash CD, "American IV: The Man Comes Around" and listened to it in the truck. That's the CD with Cash's cover of Trent Reznor's "Hurt" on it, but I didn't listen to that song this morning. I listened to the title track. Twice. Then I was at work. I'm going to see if I can get my brother to help me with the chords of that song next time I see him. I also think that a little harmonica accompainment wouldn't be too out of place, and that's something I can do while I listen to the CD.
Next week, I'm going to see my brother again and we're planning to jam some more like we did over labor day. He'll be handling the banjo, guitar, and who knows what else -- he can play just about any instrument he sees. Maybe we can work in some didgeridoo. I'll be handling the guitar and harmonica. I have my good G harp -- I wish I knew where my other good harps were. Oh, well. Even if I can't find them, I've got all my crappy harps, which covers just about every other key, so that'll be OK. But I know I've got at least 2, maybe 3, more good harps. I just don't know where they are. It's OK, though, the song that we're really planning on busting a move on is Dylan's "Knocking On Heaven's Door," which we do in G anyway, so my good G harp is fine. I've even been working on a solo for the song, so I won't just be harping as filler between phrases. Oh, how I love to play the harmonica.
And thanks to Robert on ST-J, I got to read a rather amusing article about David Blaine: how he's trying to turn himself into this generation's Houdini, and failing.
Today, my friends, is and will be a great, great day.