Off

I took the day off work. Gonna do stuff (or nothin' ('s gonna be that kind of day)).

In fact, I'm sitting on my couch right now, fingers dancing over my laptop (which, admittedly, sounds dirty but ain't). I'm noshing on a bagel with cream cheese, and on the stereo, Kenny Wayne Shepherd's fingers are caressing his gitfiddle (which juuuust might sound a tetch dirty, as well). All in all, it's pert near as close to Heaven as a morning can get (or, if not Heaven, at least Mount Pilot)(and when, exactly, did I become Goober?).

What I wouldn't give, by the way, for my laptop-flying to be 1/3 the equal to Kenny's guitar caressment. Bet my bagel noshing is as good as his, though.