Routing was good today. Only eighty miles or so to Atlanta, so relaxing, visiting and large quantities of breakfast food were the order of the afternoon. Patterson and Rebecca graciously invited us and some friends over for coffee, breakfast burritos, sausage, beans and potatoes, and we decided to make a day of it and thrice up to some high impact lounging. Their friend, master painter and illustrator, Byron Wilkes was in from Alabama, and Jen, Pistol, Mary Catherine, Zach and much of the Athens family came over for a good while. Days like this on tour could be seen as a band’s best friend and a booking agent’s surest form of job security. We blazed through some nine or ten pots of coffee, observed the science vs. art nature of the Broad Street road construction, and enjoyed the company and laughs. Farewells were bid, and Jason got us to Atlanta in good time as the skies clouded and nighttime arrived. Had some dinner courtesy of the EARL (superb place to eat should you find yourself in east Atlanta), and caught up with some friends. We had a great time playing, and I recall doing The Toaster to the best of my ability at show’s end. Thank you, Scott Munn for corralling the ever-so-necessary beverages that fueled my juvenile, aerobicizin’ actions.