On this day last year, I was getting a rare weekend off from work, and just in time because I was nursing yet-another throat infection. The past few weeks had seen the Moronosphere get wiped out in a database crash, and after Karl got things back online, I was just finishing up restoring the last of my archives from my temporary home on Blogger.
I had just met Brett and Hiromi. Hershey had just bought Sharffen-berger. Work stress was killing me.
And the saddest thing going on in my life was that Randy “Biscuit” Turner of the Big Boys had just passed away and the entire Austin music scene was in mourning.
I planned to spend the weekend recuperating and reading in bed.
There was just one vague hint of excitement in my only post of the day:
Now I’m going back to bed for a little while, to finish up Feynman and keep an eye on this hurricane thingy that’s threatening the Crescent City.
It’s always strange to take a look back at words written, but it’s especially hard to reread what was going on in everyday life with “that thing” looming.
The”thing” brought you home, didn’t it?
Welcome Back
…been quite a year, hasn’t it?