We played a 30 minute show on Sunday night, me and Brandon together with the band, we played a bunch of worship songs to kick off the week right. Then Monday morning I had a 45 minute set and I played 6 songs from Anything Worth Saying, VH1 storyteller style. Something happened on Tues morning that I had to get up early too. Brandon did a show Tuesday night after we cruised Glacier Bay National Park and I came out to play Red Sky and Give Me Your Eyes on the piano. I led worship early Wednesday morning, just me and a guitar.
So this morning was my first chance to sleep in a little since who knows when. When I'm home, I wake up to the sound of "Daddymommy! Daddymommy!" (which I really miss hearing right now) We need to get up at 6:30 tomorrow to fly to California, so I'm ready for my only sleep in day. But at 6am I hear a knock at the door. Room service. Breakfast. Prune Juice. Steamed Prunes and Muesli. The worst possible breakfast you could imagine. Yes, one of the band guys thought it would be a good idea to make me laugh. at 6 in the morning. Just before I fell back to sleep, the kitchen called to see if I was pleased with b'fast. One wrong number later, I unplugged my phone and finally around 10am, i fell asleep til 1.