Jamming out to some very old David Bowie music while Eric’s in at work. Poor E, too much work. He’s come home tired out all this week. We haven’t turned off the AC yet and with the curtains pulled I can trick myself into believing it isn’t fraking bright and sunny outside. When I turned on the stereo I was wishing for something sublime to listen to. Some Chopin or Bach, but this works. I haven’t listened to this CD in a very long time. I bought it, as a tape, when I was in high school. Wore the tape out. I can sing all these songs, even if I didn’t quite unterstand them back then.