My grandmother passed away in her sleep last night. It's a relief in that she's not suffering anymore...but obviously it sucks on many levels.
I've cancelled tonight's gig.
Loud-mouthed liberal feminist. Anarchist knitter. Tequila-drinking artsy-smartsy fat chick. Bluesy folk-rock singer-songwriter. Rebel with too many causes. Quirky eclectic pagan poet. Paradoxical intuitive smartass. Sarcastic brainiac insomniac. You know, for starters.