Today, I woke up with the sun.
I got dressed in a silence that has become so unusual as to seem almost eerie. Patrick was sleeping. Not so much as a peep from Miles' room. Even the dog merely yawned and rolled over as I snuck out of the room.
Today, I rode with Stacey out to the Festival site, laughing, giggling, and telling stories with my best friend as the sun rose in the grey sky.
Today, as most people were getting out of bed to begin their day, I was huddled in a little blue shack with my pile of paperwork, nursing another cup of coffee.
Today, as you read this, I am walking the Festival site, radio on, dealing with problems as they arise, helping people get the things they need to be good performers. I will be watching shows, interacting with characters, basking in the sunshine, and reveling in the Festival that I have helped, in some small way, to create.
Today is a good day.