We’re dogsitting for some friends while they vacation in Aruba. So we’re trying to get adjusted to the new surroundings: where are the pots, and the forks, and the bowls. That kind of stuff.
But I need to ask you: is there anything more exciting than looking through a CD collection to find the perfect disc? To get dialed in to a great stereo system by putting on “Aime” by Pure Prarie League? That’s what I did tonight. And then went straight for the John R. Cash.
This is the life.