This week, for both personal and professional reasons, has been a doozy.

For starters, I’m moving! By Saturday afternoon I will officially be a resident of my girlfriend’s condo—a first for me with regard to co-habitation—and by all accounts a great decision considering that the woman I call my significant other is wonderful. HOWEVER: for the last few months, while counting down the days on my lease I have been using my old apartment almost exclusively as a studio. Imagine me standing in a 12x15 kitchen, alone, facing a set of white laminate cabinets while singing into a condenser mic—that’s what Saturdays have looked like for me since mid-June.

It’s been great having the freedom to take my time in the recording process—this is the first full-length LP I’ve ever made, and I want to do it right—but all along I knew that there was a clock ticking somewhere overhead. So now the alarm is about to go off—and though I wish I could say that recording is all wrapped up, it’s not.

We’re close, though, and that’s great, but I’m going to have to find a new rhythm for myself now that I’m losing my “studio.” That’s a little nerve-wracking. Anyone have a large, reverberant kitchen they’d like to loan to me on nights and weekends?

We also have a show tonight at Beat Kitchen (doors at 8:30, $8), which has added to the craziness of this week, but I’m excited to be playing the venue again. It’s been about a year since we’ve been at Beat Kitchen. Too long, if you ask me.

Okay, time for a quick run before heading to work.