a free form jazz odyssey in front of a festival crowd

I’m currently in recovery. My Week has gone like this- starting from Sunday, the actual first day of the week, even though we refuse to accept it, like when someone goes “I totally won that bet on wether a Gazelle can out run a Zebra” and you’re all like “shut up, you didn’t” but here we go:

Sunday night: “Oh, I haven’t called in sick to work in almost 8 years”
Monday morning: “I dont feel so good, but I’ll tough it out”
Monday around 10: “This was a seriously bad idea to think that I am tough”
Monday 12:00: “Hey there, everything I have consumed today, how YOU doing? Good to see you again!”

And so forth. Monday was a day of terribleness. I called web master T bone on my way out of work to learn he was sick as well, and fearing the worst (since we have 1 bathroom) I high tailed it to the Hizzle Dizzle and spent the day trying not to move. When I moved, I paid the price dearly.

Tuesday morning though, I felt a lot better. My stomach was making noises like that scene in the Terminator when the liquid metal guy is putting himself back together. I was being reborn as an inhuman cyborg, ready to take down my enemies by changing shape, destroying all in my path, putting fear in the hearts of those who oppose me…. But slowly taking my time adjusting to eating solid foods once again, being careful not to over-do it, and getting plenty of rest.