I just wrote a long post and didn't save it and now I'm starting again. Grrr. Oh well, it was probably a load of bull anyway. Ha. Too poetic. Dogs running around my mother's yard full of yellow leaves, etc. Gem and I took the train out there as we do most Sundays. My mother and I go to lunch and then we play Scrabble. She's 91 but we're very competitive. I always ask her if she needs help with anything and she always says she doesn't. Now, I'm home, on the couch, writing this. Gem is sleeping, as is Harriet the cat. You'd think it was midnight already, pitch dark outside, and only 8:00 pm.
It's fun to be doing this again, writing here, and releasing my music. It feels very good to do – and to hear from so many friends and fans from all the years is amazing. What a wonderful thing. Thank you to all of you who bought the record (or plan to). I appreciate your support.