We've been thinking about buying a waffle iron. We've never had one. We've talked about it off and on for years, but never felt comfortable with that level of decadence in our lives. But, then I think about the hash browns or the grilled cheese. What to do... what to do?

This guy followed me into my hotel room last night near Almelo, Netherlands. We sat up for a while, shared some road stories and had a really nice hang. I told him he could crash on the couch if he wanted, but he said he had somewhere to be. We said our goodbyes and he disappeared into the night.

I have an angel on one shoulder reminding me how fortunate I am to get to tour the Netherlands and see some old friends. I have a devil on the other shoulder reminding me of the dystopian wasteland that might be waiting for me when I get back home. 2025 problems.

You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day...