I know I shouldn’t keep dipping into classic(?) rock lyrics to tell my stories, but this came on the radio and it seemed soo fitting. Guess what we did on Saturday? More than once? Go ahead, guess. (taps foot) OK, perhaps this classic rock lyric could be a clue:
I just heard Keith do this one (live on the radio) and damn if it doesn’t just nail how I am without somebody to watch over me. No, not just anybody, but a certain someone with whom I’ve shared over half my life. Tearing The House Down Woke up to the ringing bell before the […]
This morning’s run (four miles, yay) was accompanied by a full moon hidden behind a veil of clouds. And this song in my mind… Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul Not to put too fine a point on it Say I’m […]