It's a rainy afternoon in New Orleans and I'm laying in bed with the french doors open that lead out to the balcony. I'm listening to Yann Tiersen and watching the breeze that blows into the room make the curtains dance just a little.

I'm taking an inventory off all the packing, prepping, work that needs to be done and I'll do it, but I think that I'm going to lay here and enjoy this, for just a little while longer.