Quarantine Me, Please

It’s day one of the world segment of tour and I’m in the middle of the ocean sailing to Honolulu, Hawaii. We left out 5PM yesterday from LA, where I spent my first time in LA rushing around with friends picking up American toiletries that I know I’d miss (I’m a Mitchum man, thanks to my best friend Daniel, who got me hooked on the superior underarm protectant).

It’s shocking how easily annoyed I can get when I don’t have time alone. At home there’s always somewhere to hide if I want to get away. I’m slowly discovering crannies that offer me some of my own space. I thought my room could offer me a creative space, but as this cruise seems continually booked up, I’ve had to room with a bandmate each time. I’ve been sick for the past 3 days and have half a mind to tell the doctor as that would put me on mandatory quarantine for 48 hours - an usually delightful idea at this point. I think back to my time alone on the beach in Gran Cayman and how lonely it got after awhile. Things are good in balance, I suppose, and I’m out of whack right now. Despite this floating 6-star hotel, it’s times like now that I miss the comforts of home.