oh what a day

Oh what a day is today
Nothing can stand in my way
Now that you've shipped out from under my skin
I think I'm ready to win


Oh what a night is tonight
I think I'm ready to fight
Now that my broken bones all have been healed
I think I'm starting to feel


Something good
Something good
Now that you're gone I can roll on to something good


Oh what a way that we die
Plenty of tears were supplied
My eyes are wrung out and dry as a bone
And I taste much better alone


Something good
Something good
Now that you're gone I can roll onto something good


Oh you know I moved away
From the other side of the door
I don't have to wait anymore for you to come home
Something good
Now that you're gone I can roll on to something good
Something good


You go watch that song (Ingrid Michaelson) over at Youtube, or somewhere, and I'll sit here humming.

I was in a particularly tense meeting, this afternoon, and, when the other person seemed to roll his chair away from the table at which we were sitting, I assumed we were finished. But, in fact, we were experiencing an earthquake.
I stood to leave and saw people in the hall, running.
I ran down six flights of stairs and realized, upon reaching the street that Middle was across town, 48 floors up.
Fortunately, my friend J handed me a cigarette. I had a small breakdown and attempted many calls.
No cell phone service.
Crowds of people everywhere.
A particularly difficult meeting.
Middle fled his building and went home.

We are fine!
Fine, I assure you...and, yes, yes I am flying to Chicago on Friday and returning on Sunday.
What's so special about Sunday, you may wonder?
We are expecting a hurricane.

It's never boring.