no more my music playing.
Walks now are "training".
I don't want to appear completely derivative, so I'll give credit where credit is due. Thanks to The Old Bag and Doozyanner for the haiku/baiku seed. Most of my life I've been called Type A, tightly wound, perhaps even controlling . . . it's nice to see something that amuses me and put my own twist on it. I don't need to own the patent on everything.In my ears right now: Precious Stones, of course. I blogged about it. Now I'll play it obsessively for days. The Bruce Willis tune, ". . . when I loosen up and down inside, de feets starts to slide . . . ."
Something that charmed me today: David, in staff meeting, giving the home dudes a delicately worded dissertation on bathroom etiquette. We all share just one.