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Chapter Thirty-Five

Out of Control

The big old yellow moon hangs right in front of me. Suspended
like a magnificent jewel, lighting up the cold, clear prairie night
sky, she is keeping me company. Only 1,600 miles left, and
the tour will be officially done. I am ready for some peace and
tranquility. Although I adore the excitement of being on stage,
meeting new people and hanging out with my crazy band, the
quiet feels good in my bones.
But I am not really alone. Hudson is trying to catch some
sleep in the back seat of the van so he can take a turn with
driving duties. It’s just the two of us.
Nine hours ago, we dropped the band at the Calgary
airport. Lucky them. They get to fly home. Hudson and I get to
drive the van packed with all the musical gear, all the way back
to Toronto. We will see a total of 2,124 miles and 33 hours of
straight driving time. Just me and my husband.
It is now 4am and my body is oozing with exhaustion. A
nice hot bath and a warm cozy bed would be so welcome about
now, but I must drive on.
I am alone with my thoughts and my anxiety. And I only
have myself to blame. How could I have ever let this happen?
These last three weeks have been nothing short of total
madness. With my marriage bubbling like a pressure-cooker,
on the verge of total combustion, I go and add fuel to the flame.
I hired Gord to join the band on a 3-week tour all the way
across the flippin’ country. And then my husband decides to
come along as tour manager and driver.

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