my work day...

somehow I think that cleaning up after the homeless woman who came into the lobby of my theatre to pee is not in my job description. NOTE: I said lobby, not bathroom

sigh.

...and suddenly, it was winter...

I suppose it's because it had only whispered to us so far. There were only really a few cold and blustery days interspersed with what the experts call "unseasonably warm" days. And I'm not complaining. Really. December 4th being the first double digits below zero day of the winter is really nothing to complain about.

It just somehow snuck up on me. I became accustomed to those odd days in November when I could wear just a hoodie (!!) and when wearing a skirt was not painful.

But here it is. Brush-off-your-car, make-sure-you-have-gloves, don't-go-out-without-a-hat, wish-I-had-a-remote-car-starter winter on the prairie.

Ah well. El Nino says it'll be "unseasonably warm" reasonably often this year...and really as long as there's that sunshine-y prairie sky most of the time, I'm ok.

musical antidote.

They washed away the day with the very first note. (no, maybe even before they hit the stage, it'd been too long since I'd seen them all, far too long) The feeling of happy after the day I'd had was unbelievable. Part of it has to do with the sunshine that is her. But mostly I think it's that they make me reminisce for a simple, kind of silly, time.

Their music makes me remember dancing and laughing and buttons and making T-shirts in the basement. (come to think of it, I kinda miss E. now ). I forget almost each and every time just how much I love their shows, enjoy singing along to the music, long to dance the night away. I don't forget because they're forgettable, I forget because the feeling is impossible to capture without being in that environment, impossible to conjure up at any other time.

It was exactly what I needed. Exactly the antidote to the truly awful day.

Thanks guys.

and I know I kept saying "anecdote" instead of "antidote" last night but what can I say - I'd had a few beers