The solitude over the weekend was strange, but frankly quite nice. I had a chance to do quite a bit of recording and I consider the new album nearly finished (although there's still much work remaining). Even already, I'm much more satisfied with this one over the last one.
I also took a trek out to Oregon City and took a bunch of photos that have relevance to my childhood. It's strange to visit a place with so much [personal] history....especially when it's been a few years. I can't even imagine Roseville anymore.
Apparently Stacy missed her flight out of Vegas (overslept? Hmmmm :)) and will be returning tomorrow. On a similar note, this dog is driving me crazy.
For now, though, I'm sitting in the backyard, piggybackin on some wireless on the corporate laptop, watching the grass grow....muthafuckin literally.