So...

...what's a guy to do, on a Friday night, after he's picked up his girl from daycare, played with her, gone grocery shopping, played some more, fed her dinner, played peek-a-boo and hide-and-seek, read a bunch of wacky books with big pictures, given her milk and a cookie, brushed a bunch of teeth, and put her to bed?

I mean, now she is asleep and I am alone. Feels strange.

Guess I'll read a book and go to sleep...

Two down – one to go.

Getting a little tired right now. But it's getting there.

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I know. I know.

I watch awfully many movies. Go on book binges. Listen to a lot of lot of music.

For some reason, CocoRosie's Terrible Angels has been playing in my head all day. It's from la maison de mon rêve. It's not the pig squeeling that keeps me. It's that duo. Voices dancing non-chalantly around each other.

Some things are simply mesmerizing.

Damn, this disc is good. Damn. Damn. Damn.

Put it on the iPod. The song will be on repeat in my ears through my bike ride.

Which I am going on.

Right, now.

My rear view mirror

The view from my rear view mirror:

One year ago ...



... and today.