Well, the spring holiday was nice, but Monday it’s back to the Monkey House.

Random thought: Around the time I met the Wife, I played bass. My cohorts — The End of One — insisted on an all original set list, and with no demo tape, or money, gigs meant the coffee house circuit, or the neighbors back porch. Good times. Recently, I reovered a few pages of lyrics. A fellow “hipster” scrawled this wonder.

I’ve wrestled with demons
I’ve wrestled with ghosts
I’ve wrestled with spirits
of days I loved the most

Where will the new sky find me?
Stepping gladly.
Where, oh where will the new sky find me?
Stepping gladly.

Dear Lord, if only you had broken his fingers. And made me deaf.