This is how we are.

            There are two ways - and only two ways - to deal with waking up too early.

The first is to lay there struggling to sleep/wondering where your arms suddenly appeared from/trying to displace the looming sense of inevitability that grows incorrigibly behind your eyeballs. ‘Drift away, like a dropped twenty pound note in a summer’s breeze’, you enforce upon your psyche which just mugs you off and dances around staring at you and wearing a witch's grin. It blasts a dirty song in your cerebral cortex, it does.

The second is to spring into action at 5am, fully aware that come 11 you’ll hit the ground and smash like a baby squirrel.

            Tomorrow is Cargo, as if you didn’t already know (know what? That tomorrow is Cargo!) As if you didn’t already know. (Know what?) Hey! So along with the new EP, colds and flu, meetings and other things in our backstage area, and my parents coming to town, it’s been one of those weeks not made for brains. We’ve been looking forward (inevitably) to this gig for the most part, but now that it’s actually here we’ve ended up looking forward but feeling backward. It’s a bit like that tickle you get when you get out of the bath that’s simultaneously lovely yet unbearable. Or like that time when that cheap barber (‘doctor’!) set your shoulders on fire.

            It ain’t easy (despite how we make it look), and my body has perused the mouth of the rest horse and declined its offer. Just to make everything easier.

            Trewin’s in quarantine, far from this madding crowd’s ignoble strife and priceless knives.

            I can feel a sniffle coming on. Ed’s one of those people who warns you to stay away and then sprays his sneeze across a room. I’m one of those people who breathes in sneezes.

            So, that’s that. I won’t see you at practice today. You’ll be hiding around the corner out of sight along with the point of life, won’t you? I know your giggle, though. I record you. I’m also extremely proficient at echo-location, like those raisin-birds.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

Have fun, however much confusion, panic, and fatigue might control your moment to moment decision making and moods.

            Tim