Sat. AM

The joke is is that I'm becoming a Jewish redneck.
Wake up at dawn (practically) like a farmer.
Home in the country with mini-barn (it's a shed that looks like a barn), guns (one shotgun, one rifle, carry permit but no handgun yet), power tools - all that crap. And I like it.
Anyways, so like I'm still in Brooklyn - gonna surprise mom (she's in S.I.) this morning with breakfast, and a little bit of company. We'll have small talk, read the paper (ah, the joy of reading the Sunday sections of the Times on Saturday), that's about it. I love my mom (I think), but we're not very friendly (not beyond the basic kiss hello/goodbye, small talk crap). It's my fault, I just don't like her - I just need to remember to just be nice. That's all she wants, but it's tough.

OK - enough on that.

Another weekly joy: thesoundsinmyhead

Enjoy.
PLUR,
-ecg.