Kerrville has been fun. I hate having to go back and forth, but it's better than not getting to go at all.
Last Saturday night Kenny made a campfire. We were sitting around it, and no one was playing music. So I got out my guitar and played for about a half an hour or so. People sang along. I was pleased to see Kenny's kid John singing along with songs that I wrote. It occurred to me that he thinks of them as familiar songs, not just a-song-my-friend-wrote. It was nice.
Here's a picture of my comfy bed in Nippy: