Listening to Cornell Hurd band on Soma Fm Boot Liquor “your ex-husband sent me flowers ‘cause he feels sorry for me.” I love country music lyrics. WHAT DID I DO TODAY? Fed everybody including wild birds, have noticed red-winged blackbirds dive-bombing the cowbirds, both species recent visitors to the yard. I worked out with weights, tried to catch up on email but Junior’s computer is infected with a virus so no outgoing mail, big pain in the butt. Researched and ordered a Facebook ad for the AURAL Heather cd, Princess Nut, bought a gift basket of goodies for a friend recovering from cancer surgery, picked up the kid whose allergies, like mine, are horrendous. He didn’t want to stay in school and I can’t blame him. Made burritos for dinner, worked on a new song, melodic but abrasive and tentatively titled Big Nipples, (just in time for Mother’s Day) folded laundry while watching the Daily Show and after finally completing a book proposal for a publisher, as requested, received an email back saying they weren’t accepting manuscripts right now. Christ. It is a curse, I swear, being a poet. Adjusting to my new glasses, I hope, and recuperating from a hectic weekend/full house. Lucas had three buddies over for two nights and the niece came to visit with her new boyfriend in tow. Actually, it’s been a hectic month, swamped with tour planning, cd artwork and production. ‘Tis a critical period, rehearsing as much as possible, working on/in new material too. Went to the Burning Word festival on Whidbey last weekend, performed solo as we couldn’t get our P2 visas together in time…to be continued…I have to crash.