I need to do my laundry. I need to shave. I need to shower. Some people are anticipating the end of the work day right now, but I am sitting in my bed, sweating, listening to the sad, miserable, unfortunate neighbors yell at their dog for getting in the kiddy pool.
My friend John is the best songwriter I know. He’s the only friend who has ever made me cry through music, and I think that’s really special. He’d probably laugh if he knew that happens. But it’s true. His lyrics hit me really hard. And part of it, I think, is that we used to play together. We don’t anymore and haven’t in so long. Yesterday we talked about playing again, and that has me really excited. I love his songs, his lyrics, and him as a person.