Wastin' away again in write.as.ritaville
Fun little rehearsal out back with the keyboardist, this morning, followed by a gloriously salt-intensive lunch – which should fare us well in today's humid swelter. Dishes addressed, allowing for a bit of digesting before joining my wife in some outdoor fun.
We were going to have a couple couples over outdoors tonight, but that fell through. I'm happy it did it, actually. Need me some genuine R&R.
And now <drum roll> a slight detour in the direction of alternative lyrics just because I can:
wastin' away again in write.as.ritaville lookin' for my lost beaker of malt some bloggers claim that there's a white man to blame but I know it's their pre-assault