Fire and Chocolate Milk

After my parents left, I got in the car once today, to get some chocolate milk. The Butcher played video games and I sat next to him shouting words of encouragement. After he left for work, I built a big fire in the fireplace.

I haven’t seen the new cat today. I hope she comes back.

Some days you just put one foot in front of the other, one word after another.

I’m trying to decide how I feel about David Rawlings’s new CD. I think it’s good, but I’m not sure if it’s great. Maybe I would say this: it’s maybe not a CD you want to listen to all at once, but it sure as hell is full of songs you’re going to be glad to have on shuffle on your iPod.