So get this. On Thursday morning Bello and I hoped on a plane bound for Missoula. I met my Mom in the terminal and together we greeted my sister... She was speechless! She expected Grammy, had a week of Grammy time all planned out, but she did not expect me. And why should she- our family is not one for surprises. In fact, now that I think about it, we are totally straight forward. This feels really good. I am out of the studio with no way back in. Not until next Wednesday. My only job now is to hang out, bake cookies, hike the dogs and cool my feet in the snow.