56 Miles.

Miles.. and miles.

Miles of road, and miles accumulated in the air and many more miles to go. It's going well out here, though I haven't really pushed for what other runs I may get to go on. Right now I don't need to worry about that. They love me... love how I do my job, we all work hard, and in the end, life is good with these guys. I'd love to get some of the far away tours, and will eventually. It's all in the mix. And I have miles to go and a lifetime to absorb the complexities of this buisiness.

I'm am getting mileage outta this touring too... I an 56 miles from an award ticket on American, and about 6k away from one on Delta. That's good. A small number like 56 can make a girl really happy today. And it's good to focus on the happy.

The disappointment for not getting to go to San Fransisco was completely ok this afternoon after my chat with the promoter who was totally great on the phone and apologized for dropping the ball and not letting me know sooner that I wasn't on the crew. I let go of it emotionally a few days ago. But I gotta say,  I love accountability. I really do. Unspoken things become monsters under the bed. Life is wonky enough without adding unnecessary crap. I'm feeling pretty clear and Dave and I are laying good ground work for our continued touring relationship.

And now I'm just going to book my travel for L.A. since I am getting to see Elbow afterall. So it's win-win all the way.

So happy to be out here doing this job.