Great song by an great band. It’s on my mind today, even though it has little to do with my mood and overall demeanor today. There’s a lot going on in my head, on all levels. (yes, my head has levels.) I get a daily update from the fine publication, The Week. It is a list of the ten things I need to know today (Not me, WriterChick, but me as part of the public that has access to the still free press. )
At the top of the list is the statement that North Korea has successfully tested an intercontinental ballistic missile. Now BatBeard says that I shouldn’t put a lot of stock in what the press says. I agree with that to an extent, but I have to say that the mere concept makes my sinus cavity pinch a little.
Now the sinus cavity pinch could actually be a clot of cat hair waiting to break free in giant sneeze. I pulled a muscle in my lower back Sunday evening. It’s nothing major. I have done this before. I have a bazillion good intentions, including getting the hell back into the gym to start good habits before the next school year. I also need to clean my house. All of these things are not possible while my lower back seizes.
I spent yesterday lying very still. The cats were delighted. There was a hilarious acrobatic routine with my sweet old kitty Samantha. She’s very lightweight these days and I kept trying to get her lie somewhere else while I went to the bathroom. I would pick her up and move her, but by the time I was able to leverage myself into a position where I could sling myself out of bed, she was back on my shoulder, chest or stomach. This went on for some time before I was actually able to get out. BatCat Frances is bigger and is very aggressive in her need for affection, she pummeled me around for a while but eventually settled in.
So to celebrate my eventual win over the cats, I took myself down to the Starbucks to get a latte (double points today). I reveled in my ability to climb into the car and actually function in the sunlight. As I pulled into the drive-thru, I noticed a man sitting on a bucket in the parking lot. He was wearing a tinfoil hat upon which he had affixed two huge wings and he was playing the guitar. This is notable because I have heard of the tinfoil hat community, but I had never actually seen a member. (And, judging by the headgear, he is clearly a leader or at least a messenger.) This entertained and delighted me.
Because today, we are still free. Although if things get any crazier, I’m going to make my own hat and see if i can join the band.
Do yourself a favor and give X a listen: