Sausage and friendly cats. sounds good. I'm over the hump of my summer activities at work, which is a huge load off.

I'm in this contra dance band and the leader wants those of us who sing to work up a buncha numbers o we can do more than just be a dance band. I'm game; I love to sing. I am not sure her expectations are realistic. She has been dropping hints that I am to start teaching her how to sing. Does she want to sing like me in 30 easy lessons?? She also thinks "somebody" ought to write original material. d-uh.

OKOK, no bitching. breathe deep ...

but truly, I get enough crap at my day job to overflow my crap quota.

I'm working on Rocky Road to Dublin; where the @##$%^ are you to breathe?? speaking of breathing.

water, friends, water. I'm tired of being overweight. she says.