It’s not that it was a bad day, exactly, just kind of long and boring. And then tonight I went to an event where I put my foot in my mouth. And Mike wasn’t there, so I had to drive home by myself. Luckily, it was dusk, the thermometer in my car showed the temperature outside to be a perfect 71 degrees, I have a sunroof, and I had Living with Ghosts to sing along with. Loudly. As in, I am currently hoarse. There’s not much that driving at dusk with Patty Griffin can’t fix.
You’d do anything just to make it home
- 5/14/2004 –
- By Kari