I am a creature of habit. I have a routine and I like my routine. Certain jobs get done on specific days. For example, I block out time on Tuesdays for songwriting. Wednesdays are reserved for studio time. Fridays are for scrubbing the toilet. This doesn’t mean that I won’t sit down and work on a song on a different day. If the toilet needs to be scrubbed and it’s a Sunday, I will make it happen. You have to follow where the spirit leads but usually, the spirit is aware of my schedule. Wednesdays have been disappearing lately. I don’t know where they have all gone. I’ve had meetings, appointments for the kids, and general life demands. I was sick in January. The holidays were before that. If I am being honest, I haven’t had a real studio session since mid-November. I will probably try to make it a priority for next week. That’s a definitive maybe. The problem is that I don’t remember what I was working on. It’s going to take some time to figure out in which direction I was headed. Everything happens in its season. This has been the season of the vanishing Wednesdays.