Being gainfully employed as a musician’s an undeserved decadence, and therefore I don’t want this tour to end.

Then again, I’ve been absentmindedly scarfing down Skittles for the past however long, an alarming amount of crumpled packets collecting around me, my sugar-addicted third eye pried open, revealing a shining, inexorable truth - it’s time to go home. Jesus Christ.

What awaits me there? That’s anyone’s guess, but over the years I’ve run the gambit of what ifs and other unanswerable queries. I’m a veteran of unproductive worry, recently retired.

Better to greet the unknown with gentle, quiet discipline, and a resolution to be a tiny bit better than the day before.