We get into town early enough to do some serious, drive around promotion. In fact we're in early enough that we park behind the local rec centre and sleep in the car for a couple of hours. It's come to this point. It doesn't seem to matter what kind of down time we have- we are just tired all the time. The waiting for things is brutally tiring. The doing of things is marginally easier. Sometimes it's much easier to drive all day and do a big show than it is to be counting the hours down in the Lincoln. We sleep. We drive. We promo. We go to Tim's. We sleep. We promo. We go to the venue and wait for it to open.
We'll be in the small room here tonight as there have only been light advance sales on the show. Dave's not feeling well today, so I do the set up and the sound check- not a long process, and I'm glad to do it. We've got small, windowless rooms in the attic above the venue. Clean, practical, monk like. I wonder about fire. I guess we could die in a place like that. I'm not going to worry about it tonight. It's all recently renovated, and I think our chances are pretty good.