I know this super highway
This bright familiar sun
I guess that I'm the lucky one
Who wrote that tired sea song
Set on this peaceful shore
You think you've heard this one before
Well the danger on the rocks is surely past
Still I remain tied to the mast
Could it be that I have found my home at last
Home at last
Yeah, yet another exercise in self-absorption. But... doesn't this tune fit our current situation? We are "tied to the mast," so to speak, yet I have this feeling that we've found our home at last. There will be much gnashing and thrashing over the course of the next few weeks or months on the subject at hand, said subject bein' relocate? Or not?
On another note... we called Happy Hour early today for it is warm. Quite warm... and some might call it "hot," present company excepted. Is this hot in your world, Gentle Reader, or merely warm?
We did G&T's for Happy Hour today, which is where I like to go on warm summer days. That said, I think After Dinner Whiskey Hour will be quite pleasant this evening. It's looking to get downright balmy once the sun goes down.