Voodoo Child

I’m sitting here listening to Kenny Wayne Shepherd play “Voodoo Child.” It feels like it’s going to be a great day already. The sun is out, there’s a balmy breeze, but no humidity. I slept in and have great plans for the rest of the day. Work will probably be busy — have a few crimes to follow up on — and before I know it, I’ll be back in the racquetball court smashing a tennis ball off four walls. Good stress relief.