Woke up this morning to the phone ringing insistently. I took a few rings trying to find the cordless; no idea where it is. Ran into the back room to grab the corded phone. It was Jeff Mix, asking me to come fill in for him at the station while he went up to the emergency room. His wife fell and hit her head. Ack!
So... zero to DJing in 16 minutes isn't bad, right?