September 27, 2007
Tom is sleeping late. I had told him last night that Iíd try to not make any noise this morning, so I popped under the headphones, plugged into my computer and grabbed a Rhapsody recommended track of music. Thatís one of the things I like about Rhapsody, the ability to explore an immense cyber library of music in high quality. But the Rhapsody pick this morning is a bunch of singer/songwriter things from thirty years ago about love gone wrong in various ways, about recovering from love gone wrong, and I find myself listening to the lyrics of these poems.