This morning's post is brought to you by Harry Connick Jr.'s 1990 album, Red Light Blue Light . My latest project is ripping all my cd's so I can listen to them in the car or wherever I can plug my USB in. I thought I had done this already but when I cleaned out the crawlspace, I found a ton of music that I haven't listened to in YEARS! I have four Harry cd's, ok seven if you count the Christmas and the children's cds. I LOVE his music! The family went skiing this morning and I am resisting the urge to gloat that I am home and warm because it is my turn tomorrow. Today is just me, the puppy, the cats, and my book, Perestroika in Paris by Jane Smiley . I can't remember when I was all by myself in this house. It feels weird. As I sit here in virtual solitude, I have a chance to reflect on the last few weeks. My elation at the results of the election followed by the horror I felt at the Capitol riots, and now I realize I was actually afraid that we mig
Book reviews, (mostly YA) combined with the life musings of an empty nester.