As I write this, it’s quickly turning into a Friday night out there in the big, bad world. And once again I’ll be stayin’ in. No bar-hoppin’ or country-clubbin’ or dive-dippin’ again this week. So, here I sit. All I can do is sing the blues about where I’m not goin’. And who I’m not seein’. And what I’m not doin’. I can also … Read the rest…