I'm a happy guy right now. Two reasons:

1) I caught an early flight back from Minneapolis, which got me home at 5:30pm instead of midnight.

2) I had a dream last night that I lived across the street from the long-dead legendary Chicago rock club Lounge Ax. In my dream, it was alive and kicking with a secret Wilco show. There were only about 30 people in the audience, more locals than hard-core Wilco fans, all drinking bourbon and bud light. I grabbed a seat at the end of the bar (near the photo booth) and watched a killer version of "Muzzle of Bees." It may not have happened in real life, but it was such a vivid dream that the residual thrill is still there.