I am sitting in Starbucks on University Street in Lubbock, Texas. My hair is still dirty as I was uninspired to shower this morning in my Motel 6 hotel room. I filled my mind with ESPN, CNN, browsed a Cosby episode where Rudy is sleeping in her mother's room because she is scared of something in her own. The Cowboys have been performing well in the past few weeks and seem to have hope in the play-offs. Mark McQuire finally admitted to steroid use - duh.

Yesterday, I inched my way out of town and responsibility about 2pm. I tried to wrap up all the details with fire-pit and recruiting help. Hopefully it went well. I am sure it did. I drove up 183/84 north. I don't think I have ever traveled that route in its entirety. I noticed that it held a Texas Hill Country and almost west Texas Canyon type of feel the whole way. It almost seemed to be a seam right through the state in my mind zipping up the central part of the state.

Early on, I made the call and scheduled my first guitar lesson in Colorado Springs. The instructor Lindsey seems like she might be my age. After that my mind wondered about the grand possibilities of a neighborhood "big band" and had grandiose visions of our motley crew creating totally new, raw, fusion music in some a grass-roots, folksy kind of way that would echo the best stories you read from the old days where music was created out of nothing but heart and story and people being together.

I listened to songs, listening to the lyrics and how they were written. I thought that I should look at words ans which words resonate with me - like "Moxy" and also think of the neighborhood phrases that have become familiar to me "AL-READY" or "Snap-ya" or "Break some bread with me".

I thought about writing songs that would elude to the stories we have covered at Fire-pit somehow. I listed tho Third Day and wondered how we could also have songs that really, by faith glorified God.

On the phone, I talked with Sara about Taos and coming for a visit. I talked with dad and mom also and she shared with me about her sunday school lesson about the temptation of Christ - and how he used the Word as the authority and defense in his conversations with Satan. As I am thinking now of entering into this time alone - I have not suspected any spiritual attack...but I suppose in being somewhat isolated I should be sober and vigilant aware of that prowliing lion who seeks the one he can devour with his subtle lies and lurings.

I drove by Sara Watters studio in Slaton. The lights were on and cars were outside but I didn't see movement so I didnt pursue it. I may swing by Texas Tech in a bit to see if she is there. I also tried to contact Kasi with little luck.

A phone call with Ryan and hotel shopping ended the day. A dinner of Starburst ta-boot.

I noticed this morning that I had driven 399 miles. I suppose it is almost the same exact distance from Austin to Lubbock as it is from home, Woodland, Texas to Lubbock.