Tomorrow, after a day of rubies, rhinestones and graphic design, I will pick this up:

Tomorrow, I’ll be clipping my fingernails back to a stage only nail-biters know of.

Tomorrow, I’ll be trying on gear, remembering why people of my sport don’t have pedicures.

All because the day after tomorrow, I’ll be driving north.

Back to a state I know so well, to an area my eyes have never graced.

The day after tomorrow, I’m heading here:

To do some of this:

Let us hope that my bones remember.