I have clocked 21 hours of music this weekend. On Friday I was pretty sure that if I'd died then, I'd have died happy, but that was just because I hadn't had tonight, yet. I saw the Narasriato Pan Pipers and danced until I couldn't draw breath. With John McCutcheon I laughed until I had to hold on to my knees and sang so I thought my heart would burst, then I came home via Genticorum where I jigged and reeled until I couldn't stand up. I am tired, hungry and dehydrated, and so damn happy.