thehefner | Reporting from Winnipeg

Arrived in Winnipeg yesterday. I'm staying with a nice lady and her grouchy cat named Whiskers who doesn't like that I'm sleeping in his bed. I almost didn't find the place. Initially, I got the address wrong and ended up on the doorstep of an old man who peeked through his blinds and quavered, "Who are you? How dare you! Get off my property!"

I'm a bit concerned about communication with the outside world. Long distance rates are killer, and the lady has no Internet, so for the time being, I've found a little cafe where I'm tying this across from a man who looks like a cross between my father and Vigo the Carpathian.

I am anxious and pumped for the festival, and am alternating my mantras from Bob Wiley's "I feel good, I feel great, I feel wonderful," and a great song I heard on Broadway radio: "I'd rather be nine people's favorite thing than a hundred people's ninth favorite thing."

ETA: forgive any typos. I'm still getting used to typing on Mother Box.