After playing a couple of high testosterone gigs this weekend and then doing a studio recording session on Monday and Tuesday, I had another high testosterone gig on Tuesday night. In an effort to spare an ailing RH index finger, I taped it heavily before the gig, so heavily that it was nearly immobile. On the last tune of the gig, I ended up spraining my right wrist pretty badly from trying to compensate for the immobility of the taped finger. I've spent the past couple of days trying to sub out all of my "money gigs" for the next week or so, and getting "possible" standins for my "spiritually satisfying" gigs during the same period in case I can't go. During the course of all of this, it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks how incredibly lucky I've been for so long, and how many wonderful things and people in my life I've taken almost completely for granted. The prospect of not being able to play for a little while has me understanding how great all of this stuff I'll be missing really is, yet before I hurt myself, I would often get bogged down in the details and start to feel that stupid little things like working until 1:30 in the morning and not playing with *exactly* who I wanted was a real drag. Man, was I ever missing the point. Now I'm looking at all of those gigs with all of those great players and thinking how incredibly wonderful life really is - if I can only manage to look at it the right way instead of being a little whiny butt. Live and learn I guess...sorry for the ramble, I just needed to get that off my chest.