He said not to bother, but with all the overtime he's been putting in with one less artist the last couple weeks, I thought he might like a bowl of chili to fuel him through the last couple hours of his evening. I grabbed some at Wendy's on my way across town (working a little overtime, myself) and presented my offering. As we sat for a few minutes catching each other up on the events of our days he says to me: "I can't stop thinking about Sunday."

Me either. Me either.