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.
Tiny Cat Pants 