The Jones

All weekend I have felt like a cat in a cage. Restless. Yesterday I finally figured out that I wanted to play drums. I looked online to see if there were any drum circles going on. No.

Today I got a tiny tease. We played at my church for the Palm Sunday service, but only for a few minutes. I wanted to play more.

I am restless.

I could practice. In fact, I WILL practice.

But it isn't the same as playing with my peeps.

I have the jones. Bad.