"Woke up this morning, put on my slippers
Walked in the kitchen and died
And oh, what a feelin' when my soul went through the ceiling
And on up into heaven I did rise"
-John Prine

I don't know why those lyrics are running through my head. Maybe because it is nearing the anniversary of my Dad's death. I have been percolating on a post about my Dad, which I want to write someday soon. Today is not the day.

We had a great weekend. From Friday night wine and cheese at our place, to Saturday night dinner & a movie with Marns and Lester to Sunday afternoon painting session at Tara's place. (and I did work about 5 hours in the office this weekend, and that has really put me in a "go get 'em" mood for the rest of the work week!)

Well, I am going to go fold laundry.

Have a good week, everybody!

CG

"Please don't bury me down in the cold, cold ground
No, I druther have them cut me up and pass me all around
Throw my brain in a hurricane and the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both my ears if they don't mind the size

Give my stomache to Milwaukee if they run out of beer
Put my socks in a cedar box, just get them out of here
Venus de Milo can have my arms, look out, I've got your nose
Sell my heart to the junk man and give my love to rose"