Here Is A Thing That Is True
I am one day older than Emily Saliers. Just thought you'd want to know. Maybe you already did and I'm the one who is late to this party. It remains to be seen.
The virus still holds sway, most notably this evening in the form of insomnia. I think, upon reflection, that this is probably more a product of days of relative immobility caused by said virus more than it is a direct symptom. It's annoying in either case.
On the up side, the nurses I work with agreed with me that I am no longer contagious, and so I'm back to work tomorrow. I am pleased. And curious. Being a bit altered could make for enhanced sensitivity and perception. I'll let you know.
Tomorrow is a sad day in that Doc is having one of her cats put to sleep. He's a grand fellow, but his kidneys are starting to shut down. She's had him 16 years. If I can manage the drive after work, I'll go down to lend support tomorrow night. I'd hoped to go tonight but the whole being dizzy as hell thing didn't seem to blend well with driving.
Picked up some good stuff on iTunes tonight, including Viaggio In Italia by Alice and Possibilities by Herbie Hancock and a series of guests. Alice (not her real name, but her real name escapes me just this minute) has a rich alto voice that transcends the tending-to-be-over-produced-backing-tracks and I am likely to pick up more of her music over time.
John Mayer, who generally doesn't move me one way or the other apart from giving me a sense that he acts like a jerk on a fairly regular basis, turns in a catchy and truly respectable version of "Stitched Up" and Christina Aguilera does a better than decent job on "A Song For You". (For me that's saying quite a lot since Donnie Hathaway's version still makes every cell in my body resonate at full attention and I cannot fathom why anyone would think it ever needed re-recording, ever. Eh-ver. Ever.) Paul Simon does a nicely understated version of "I Do It For Your Love", Sting smiles his way through "Sister Moon" and Annie Lennox (of all people) disappoints with a rather drab take on the Peter Gabriel/Paula Cole hit, "Hush, Hush, Hush". Jonny Lang and Joss Stone need to do an entire album together if their duet on "When Love Comes To Town" is any predictor which feels too short at eight minutes and forty seconds.
Thus endeth my two-cent review.
And I'm going to take TB out and then see if sleep is on the menu. It could happen.
-Dot
Copyright 2005 Dot's Stuff. All rights reserved and the rabbit won't get hurt.
The virus still holds sway, most notably this evening in the form of insomnia. I think, upon reflection, that this is probably more a product of days of relative immobility caused by said virus more than it is a direct symptom. It's annoying in either case.
On the up side, the nurses I work with agreed with me that I am no longer contagious, and so I'm back to work tomorrow. I am pleased. And curious. Being a bit altered could make for enhanced sensitivity and perception. I'll let you know.
Tomorrow is a sad day in that Doc is having one of her cats put to sleep. He's a grand fellow, but his kidneys are starting to shut down. She's had him 16 years. If I can manage the drive after work, I'll go down to lend support tomorrow night. I'd hoped to go tonight but the whole being dizzy as hell thing didn't seem to blend well with driving.
Picked up some good stuff on iTunes tonight, including Viaggio In Italia by Alice and Possibilities by Herbie Hancock and a series of guests. Alice (not her real name, but her real name escapes me just this minute) has a rich alto voice that transcends the tending-to-be-over-produced-backing-tracks and I am likely to pick up more of her music over time.
John Mayer, who generally doesn't move me one way or the other apart from giving me a sense that he acts like a jerk on a fairly regular basis, turns in a catchy and truly respectable version of "Stitched Up" and Christina Aguilera does a better than decent job on "A Song For You". (For me that's saying quite a lot since Donnie Hathaway's version still makes every cell in my body resonate at full attention and I cannot fathom why anyone would think it ever needed re-recording, ever. Eh-ver. Ever.) Paul Simon does a nicely understated version of "I Do It For Your Love", Sting smiles his way through "Sister Moon" and Annie Lennox (of all people) disappoints with a rather drab take on the Peter Gabriel/Paula Cole hit, "Hush, Hush, Hush". Jonny Lang and Joss Stone need to do an entire album together if their duet on "When Love Comes To Town" is any predictor which feels too short at eight minutes and forty seconds.
Thus endeth my two-cent review.
And I'm going to take TB out and then see if sleep is on the menu. It could happen.
-Dot
Copyright 2005 Dot's Stuff. All rights reserved and the rabbit won't get hurt.