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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

I crashed hard. I slept something like twelve hours, maybe a little more. I’m really not sure. When I woke up and was really awake, though, Ziggy was in the shower.

I got in with him and we washed each other because that felt familiar and grounding. He was right: I felt like I’d been to the moon and being back on Earth felt weird, took some getting used to again.

When we got out, he said, “I have an idea.”

“I’m starting to like it when you say that,” I answered. “Is the idea about food, sex, or music?”

“Ask me about food and sex again in a minute because I have ideas about those, too, but this one is about music.”