At 7:00 this morning, Sascha starts throwing herself down on the floor and sighing really big.  I mean, really big.  I’m surprised the air isn’t sucked out of the room.  That’s her sign she is tired of watching me sleep.  It’s time to put her outside.  Yeah, she’s right.  I’ve probably slept enough.  I drag … Continue reading King Biscuit Blues Fest: Day 1 On the road again