are you getting sick of me yet?

this is like a relationship where I'm the only one calling. but then, I know you guys are listening, and maybe even checking back in for messages more than you'd like to admit. I know I am.

so the quandry this morning is why I get choked up when I hear "cinnamon" by the long winters. that's the soundtrack to the post below, when I was on the verge of all of those things on the highway yesterday. it gives me goosebumps, and brings on the sharp hint of new tears, but just barely. I hear it and I instantly want to put the top down and be trailing a long scarf behind me down the cliffs of the coast, laughing wildly about something. the sun is in my eyes, but in a good way, as the camera pulls back for the gorgeous overhead shot.

this makes sense to me, and it doesn't, all at once.

the other thing happening today, while we're taking my emotional temperature here, is that I'm starting to have the instinct to Get Rid Of Things I Don't Need. now you may remember that coming up in another post in a conversation I had with a wise woman, but it's here again. this time it feels like the equivalent of the nesting thing that pregnant women do a few days before they give birth. all of a sudden, the to-do list this weekend includes going through the back bedroom, repacking notebooks, going through things, and a trip to salvation army. and something's talking about october, I just don't know what.

ADD, cds I want really bad right now: the go! team, and ed harcourt. I requested him this morning, john played him, and even gave me a little shout-out (that request came in from connecticut). and even played one of those, this is so and so and you're listening to john in the morning, only it was ed harcourt's one, which I've noticed they rarely do - play the artist and the artists' you're listening to thing next to each other - so I took that as some special love made just for me.

and if it wasn't, I'll never know.

~vvb