I was awake at 5:30 on a Sunday morning. My son woke me up to find out if it was time to get up yet. “No, it’s not time to get up yet. But I won’t be able to go back to sleep. We might as well get up.” This is why it’s so hard to be a musician. There is a very short distance between Saturday night and Sunday morning. I wasn’t happy about being up so early. Then we sat down on the couch with some pancakes and binged some Scooby Doo. It wasn’t one of the new iterations. We were indulging in the classic, Scooby Doo, Where Are You? When I was a kid, Scooby was my absolute favorite.