Love, let me sleep tonight on your couch
and remember the smell of the fabric
of your simple city dress.
Jeff Buckley
This week was laughably long and hard, and the weekend continued on in the same way, in spite of my best efforts.
I spent this afternoon at the coffeeshop trying to cram work into the sporadic bursts of excellent internet punctuated with random outages that ate away at the starts and finishes of those bursts like the worst bookends ever- ones that pull things apart, instead of holding them together.
When the network was cooperating, I listened to Grace on a loop on YouTube. Then I came home and did a grad school assignment and kept the same soundtrack. The whole album is beautiful, I love all the songs, but the walking halting lilt of the music at the beginning of this song, So Real, gets me every time.
Sundays are supposed to be for squandering. Why did I do so much work?
Originally published on November 17th, 2013 on Blogger.
