Out my window to the east there is a magnificent Thunderhead lit up in a brilliant yellow-pink. I've got Prarie Home Companion playing and Garison Keillor makes me laugh harder than just about anybody. Seems like the laughs come easier and easier these days. I'm glad to be getting the hell out of dodge. I have been stuck here for a long time, and I'm getting unstuck. Moving for me is a long slow process of going through everything that I own and choosing what to take with, what to sell, and what to give away. I am going to take only what I can fit in my pickup truck, so all this furniture is on its way out. I shipped a box of CD's to Jeff to keep, and I'm giving the rest of them away. I'm giving my Ani collection to girlfriends because I'd rather that music and message continue to circulate, than be archived in a guy's house in Tennessee. I feel a lightness and freeness that comes from letting go of things....

I'm psyched to go see Michael Moore's new documentary Sicko sometime soon.