“Yeah, this feels about right.”
Yeah, this feels about right.
I'm sure I'm not the only one. 1
Apparently I'm stuck in a Tom Waits mood.
"November seems odd/You're my firing squad/November"
Another calendar page dries out, curls, blows away out the window and down to the street.
"get word to April to rescue me" This song, and winter ales, are about the only wintery things I can get behind. Oh, and playing the saw. That's good all year long.
