'Home' means a number of different things, uh huh. I went home for vacation and returned home after it. There is not contradiction. Big deal.
I arrive back in Boston sometime late tomorrow (Wednesday) night and I've been having a good time with my family, a strangely good time, a strangely even-keel kind of time. The hard bits were up front, and we got through them and I found out once more that everyone in my family - maybe even me included this time? - is more grown up than was expected.
No not me included. I realize.
I missed my boss's birthday this weekend, and though I offered to do a song in honor of her birthday it didn't pan out (I lost my voice a bit and couldn't talk without rasping and coughing and sneezing, much less sing). Happy birthday to her in any case if she's reading this which not likely but we have to make word count quota. So.
But last week or something I did a little thing for the divine Miss Hailey, and here it is I tell you. 'You Are My Sunshine' [mp3], live and loud pre-recorded and restrained, plus a dose of something else in the middle, and I hope you like it, and I hear that Hailey thinks it's in some way comparable to ice cream, so as long as she's not lactose intolerant I guess that's a tally mark in the Win column, right?
Buffalo is a lot nicer than I remember. I guess I should stop referring to it as 'The armpit of the northeast' but I won't. Fa.