The morning has found me at the doorstep to melancholy, but generally in a good mood. My brother and his wife will meet my girlfriend for the first time (save one brief handshake last month), so I'm a bit nervous. The little pills on which I rely have purged my misgivings and anxiety for the most part, however.

Cat Stevens' Tea for the Tillerman is playing on my computer as I write this little post. I've grown quite fond of his older material. As always, I'm on the hunt for good music. I've reached the age where most heavily promoted music sucks to my ears. Bryant, your recommendation of Meet John Doe was received. I'm sure I've seen it, but it's been many years. When I get the chance, I'll find and watch it again.

Chica, you're very kind...I'm really not very sweet. At best I'm easy to ignore.