Kiss you when you start your day

A cold dreary day in Holly. Got a gypsy feeling in me. Been climbing the walls. The ice storm didn't quite come so I dragged Dan out to explore a bit. We drove south letting my ipod shuffle through coldplay, Jill Sobule, and the Anthropology class I got for my birthday. It made for a strange soundtrack but seemed suited to the strangeness of the landscape. Overly rich houses and overly poor downtowns.

Now we're back at home, sipping the last of the New Year's champagne and warming up left over curry and dal. Dan sings to me sitting on the kitchem floor with his guitar and I feel too happy, not with a smily singsong voice but a bone deep rightness.

"Still tomorrow's going to be another working day and I'm trying to get some rest."