I just turned my phone back on this morning and already I have lost it. And my parents are asleep, so I can’t call it... Oh, well. All’s well that ends well. ;)
It’s almost Howdy Doody Time! (Scheduled to post at 1 p.m. CDT)
If you have a hankering for ice cream in the Mid-South, this is where I’d go. I have a craving for it this morning!
Thanks to the Memphians for all the knowledge and stuff. Link to latest mix to post on my Twitter feed late Saturday US/Canada time.
Coming tonight (or tomorrow, depending on where you’re at) ...
My parents are trying to get me to write a blog about cancer. Truthfully, if I did write a blog, it’d be about how weird they are.
If you’re not into wall-to-wall coverage of the coronavirus, there’s soaps, reruns and talk shows to watch on TV. So would I sound like an ingrate if I complain about that? These days I wonder whether we’ll ever be able to complain about anything, which makes me wonder whether free speech is dead, which makes me sad and sends me back to a soap opera where the world keeps turning.
So I order the new #TS (Explicit version) CD off Target since I can’t find it at Walmart and Amazon refused to let me download it. I usually buy the edited version of albums because I already cuss too much -- and wouldn’t you know it; as soon as I looked it up this morning, I find it at Walmart for less and edited. Live and learn, I guess. It can’t be that dirty, can it?
Some weekend juice -- 5 minutes early!
Most songs that are supposed to make me happy instead make me sad and dark. The darkness in Florida swallows the light. It’s an eerie silence.