A few months back I decided it was time to quit playing out. Partly because I don't wear as well as I used to and a three set gig leaves me pretty worn out, but mostly because it's not as much fun as it used to be. This weekend, I got a call from an old friend asking if I'd cover for him in his trio. I agreed, knowing him and the trio for a long time. Dark suit and tie gig in a huge home in the Berkeley hills, about 150 guests, I'd imagine, raising money for a political campaign. All went well. I had a good time, we played great and were on the road home before midnight. Arriving back in Sacramento around 2 am this morning, I remembered one of the reasons I don't do this as well as I used to, as I pulled the amp, guitars and equipment bag out of the car and drug them all inside. My back is killing me and I can't get to sleep. Finally gave up trying around 5:30 and started the percolator. I looked in the mirror a few moments ago and I look like a cast member from Walking Dead.