I’m working on a new blog post, etc. etc. blah blah.
While sending work emails for the work that pays the rent.
And looking out the window.
Always looking out the window.
And then I came across this song.
It was one of my favorites when I was a teenager.
This entire album actually.
Albums. Before they were in bins at warehouse fairs.
I had the one with the embossing. That may mean something to someone.
It’s still in a box, I think. In my ex’s attic. Unless it’s been ruined by wild mice and wilder storms. I miss it.
It’s funny how lyrics grow and expand with our lives.
Happy Sunday.
And then, there’s this.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicago_VI
