Metric

We measure lives by . . . accomplishments? age? others?

I've discovered a new (to me) singer -- Metric. I like a bunch of songs. In particular, Collect Call and Give Me Sympathy. I would link but for inability to do so.

Time flies. Suddenly you haven't blogged in ages. Which is disappointing. A friend said today, why don't you become a writer? Was momentarily excited and then realized that I could barely sustain a blog. Way to jump headfirst . . . with an eggshell skull.

Lots has happened since I last blogged. New round of guests have come to Casa Caveboy. In fact, I slept on the couch for 10 days. I saw the sun come up on a variety of occasions (I think work twice and fun once). I saw time fly by, while I (a) baked pear/ chocolate cake, (b) help make blueberry pancakes and scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast,(c) make roast chicken (delicious -- I love http://wwww.smittenkitchen.com); (d) etc. and (e) etc.

I would blog more but I''m asleep on my feet.


And so I get carried away.