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Home. Strange sleeping. Have to go meet Steph and Erica in Staten Island in a couple of hours. Then back here. Strange sleeping. Strange trip. Fun. More on it later.

Feeling overwhelming post-tour sadness now. Came on suddenly from Craig's journal entry and won't quit. Real-life is here and Europe with my Swedish Sister looms, and more fun with my dear ones, and job-getting and summer sunshine, but all I can do is miss the excitement and the particular kind of joy and exhaustion that the tour brought. Even having felt so much less in the middle of it than last time, so much closer to the "fan" side than the "what am I doing here?" side-- or maybe because of that?-- but I know from experience that it can't all be tour-time, that we need our friend-time and work-time and life-time apart from that kind of excitement. Yes, and because I'm melancholy I'll quote Sondheim, who sums it up best, and because I'm a Sondheim-quoting sort of person.

Oh, if life were made of moments...
Even now and then a bad one?
But if life were only moments
then you'd never know you had one...

And, then, NewsRadio's Lisa Miller and my post-tour mantra from days of yore:

"It's never over, Dave."

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