It's such a beautiful day today with nary a cloud in the sky. It's as blue as the day I was born. But elsewhere the skies are black. And everyone is dying. And it feels so wrong to be sitting at a desk listening to Uncle Tupelo while staring at the blue, blue sky.
If I could play the banjo I would pick my sorrows away. No such luck, though. I suppose I could do an interpretive dance in my front yard. There's really nothing that can't be solved with an interpretive dance. So Kevin Bacon.
1 comment:
Aah, the combination of a great day and Uncle Tupelo...what more could a girl ask for?
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