The other day I had a Guitar Panic Attack. My wife, who usually keeps me on a level keel, is visiting the kids out of town. I couldn't go because I've been working in the studio all week. But being alone for days can make a person a little crazy (I sometimes work around the clock). Suddenly for some reason the idea exploded in my brain that I needed to "make room" for a guitar I have coming in a few weeks. And I got all worked up. I was all set to sell The Mighty Sig. Honest. But then a redemptive thought somehow crept into my head: "Why on earth do I think I need to do this?" And of course I couldn't really say. It makes no sense! The guitar is fantastic. So I said no. Relax. There isn't a reason to go crazy. Settle down. And I played the guitar on a project today, and yeah, it was wonderful. I'm so glad! Sometimes you don't appreciate how much you like what you've got until you contemplate life without it!