The scourge of the age of air travel is a seemingly imaginary creation cooked up by those whom while far away from their family's watchful eye have developed "night owl" habits and now faced with the fear of the possible discovery have blamed their nocturnal watch on the airplanes.
I once read an author's take that jet-lag is our body waiting for our soul to catch up, if so I am very curious where mine took a wrong turn.
I sit and wait for dawn and the time to go set the stage up for Saturday night's album release party and performance with
Tim Margiotta.
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