I didn't sing that much, but mostly because I was TIRED. And I'm tired of being tired -- it was a grueling week, the usual magazine deadline craziness (coupled with the fact that it's getting harder and harder to get advertisers to spend money they don't have) plus I had two rather intense interviews two days running. Two very different jobs, but both appealing in their own way as more than just an escape from the status quo. Got another to apply for today, too.

But I did sing the "Plum Island (MA) National Anthem" in honor of any tourists in residence ("and when you hear the screams you know it's lunchtime for the [greenhead] flies"), "Sandgate Girl's Lament", and, and...something else I think. Sorry, I'm brain dead. Have to go schlep stuff out of the cellar and clean off the table (I'm sure there's a table there someplace...I left one there once).

Sounds like the Boston/Irish contingent at the round table will be back. Nice that they found us, but could have lived without the cigar -- especially when he was standing in front of the door (outside!) but the wind was bringing the smoke back directly to ME. Sigh. Looking forward to the smoking ban due the middle of September!

Anybody else remember what I sang? Getting old is a bitch.

Linn