That verse in Prince's "Alphabet St." about drivin' his daddy's Thunderbird to Tennessee? One of my favorite moments ....

I'm snowed in with the dogs. Single again, it seems. I just turned 36. My friends were very nice. Olga was specifically sweet, convincing me this literary/rock and roll thing vs. an actual career is *not* a midlife crisis, is a good thing.

Of course I don't need that convincing.

The holidays impend. It's jumper season downtown, officially. I always enjoyed the winter, though I dunno about it getting dark at 4pm ...