Tuesday, huh?

Aside from a little rain in the weather, today was largely indistinguishable from yesterday. I mean, I know today was Wednesday, but to a casual observer (hi there!), what I did today wasn’t much different at all from what I did yesterday.

So maybe I’ll just post my mix for November instead, huh? Here’s what I was listening to this month.

  1. “Watchman” by Peggy Sue
  2. “Not Even Giles Would Say We’ll Be OK” by Stagecoach
  3. “Vultures” by Nicole Atkins
  4. “Impact” by Juliette Commagere
  5. “On Our Own” by Sylvie Smith
  6. “Mean Old World” by Sam Cooke
  7. “Camera” by Matt & Kim
  8. “Damnit Anna” by the Morning Benders
  9. “Jilted Lovers & Broken Hearts” by Brandon Flowers
  10. “Jungle Fever” by Chakachas
  11. “Big River” by the Secret Sisters
  12. “Digging a Hole” by the Chapin Sisters
  13. “Fallen Out of Love” by Amy Correia
  14. “Hermit” by the Wilderness of Manitoba

SoundHound has been such an enabler, let me tell you.

End of a long weekend

It’s the end of the long Thanksgiving weekend, and while I’ll be sad to see it go, it will probably be good to get back to work and a regular schedule. That doesn’t mean, however, that I’m not still taking the last two weeks of December off from work, or that I’m not suddenly thinking three weeks is a long time to wait until then. Because I am, on both counts. But at the same time, there’s something to be sad for orderly routine. Days off from it wouldn’t seem as nice without.

Not much happened here today, beyond Chloe, my sister’s dog, deciding to run all over the neighborhood for about twenty minutes right before it was time for her to head back home to Maryland. It took the three of us — me, my sister, and my father — along with a very helpful, hot-dog-wielding neighbor to wrangle her back home. And, when we did, it was more her getting tired and returning than anything, running back into the garage as if nothing had ever happened.

My own day wasn’t half as exciting. I didn’t even finish doing the Sunday crossword.