It's Sunday, and my mother is at the beach with the family, so while she's gone I'm cleaning the kitchen. After a weekend of absolutely devastating family drama and angst, cleaning is making me feel absolutely better. Better better. And it will make my mother feel better, too, when all the food we were sent is organized, the millions of dishes are done and the floors and counters are clean. Then maybe she can rest.

6 days 'til we leave for our Boston vacation (3rd annual!). This year, it involves leaving on Saturday for more of the same sightseeing around my favorite city, relaxing, eating junk, sidetripping to Salem and then capping off with the Tuesday night Believers Never Die show. Should be a good one, and this week is going to go like molasses.

Good blues show last night with the brothers, saw Johnny Rawls and his band. He brought horns, and you know that means fabulousness.

Too much music coming up to even mention, but we're talking about seeing Sammy Hagar and his group Chicken Foot, which features Joe Satriani, Our Lady Peace, Finger Eleven, Black Crows and to cap it all off on August 6th, AC/DC is gonna be back in black in my town (after what, fifteen years?), so it goes without saying that I'm hitting that up.

Your weekends; tell them to me?