
Well, the day was progressing rather uneventfully until I made my way back home from the dentist's office. I had the car window down and the radio up loud as I flashed my deep-cleaned pearly whites at other unsuspecting motorists. I gotta say, I was feeling pretty alright. I decided to make a quick stop at the library to browse the music catalog for any new additions. I pulled in to the library's parking lot and spied a front row parking space giving me that come hither glance. I couldn't resist. Stepping out of my car, I began removing my long sleeve shirt to keep cool during this unseasonably warm january morning. Then, as instinctual as taking my next breath, I tapped the automatic lock and shut the door... behind my car keys. Immediately, I realized what I had done. After all, locking keys in cars has become a regular occurrence with me recently. I began attempting to call possible family and friends who I didn't think would be too put out if they could swing by and help in my time of need and idiocy. Long story slightly longer, I ventured a block away to Target where I sat down in the store's 'Tarbucks' with an americano and enjoyed reading the prologue of Steve Martin's new memoir which I did not purchase. Soon after, my baby brother graciously gave me a ride home to retrieve a spare key. Thanks jere!
Welp! I started the day with Crowded House and now I pass on a couple appropriate tunes to you the home viewer. Hopefully, we've all learned a little something about ourselves. I know I have. Enjoy!