My home is like arriving in a Penguin Cafe Orchestra song, filled with pop, jazz and eccentrica finesse, except that my dogs provide excellent vocals. All in all, a day without such metaphoric music is like a day without orange juice--permissible, but just a little less sweet.
I am filled with new plans and schemes, which I intend to add to my "to do" list, as my daydreams begin to crystallize into a business model for a hobby/business. Meanwhile, my youtbue called "plant invaders" has begun to gain "view" momentum, thanks to a note to the Invasive Plants discussion group.
But now it is time to don a pin-striped suit once more, and go sing.