Monday, December 27, 2004
Sunshine on your shoulders...

My mother used to listen to records on occasion, she would put a stack of records on the record player, let them play, then forget them for three days, flip them over, then play the other side, then turn the record player off for another couple of months. John Denver was one of the albums, but I don't remember any of the others. I saw sunshine in my kitchen, which doesn't seem like a big deal, but I haven't seen real sun for a while, and I'd spent all day in the snow, so the sun seemed really nice.
