Sprint of All Sprints

I hinted at the following week in my last post. A year spent sulking alone. Bitter, weary, and tired.

This week all signs point to the finish line:

1) It shall be cold all week. 60 degrees (cold compared to last week's 70 to 80 degree weather). Inside minds, the collective unconscious of the Cities, all secretly suggest "Do your work. Everything else can wait."

2) Patch peeps are on standby: a) Schuyler is awaiting a progress report on "Switch" and confirmation on when we're starting mixing. b) Greg is awaiting confirmation on the date and time for our celebratory opening of the "Schematics is Done" red wine. Poised we are.

3) Sunday: Drums and Bass. Monday through Thursday: Guitar. Friday and Saturday: Vocals. Sunday: Fine tuning, rendering, and file transfering.

4) The fresh air of relief is tickling my nostrils . . .

The Prodigy -- "Run With the Wolves"