House

It's the first time in my life I've ever lived in a house.
Late most nights, and early most mornings, there is fog... then it burns away. There is the greenbelt of the Mt. Washington hills, the train tracks far beyond, sometimes a train whistle. Dogs, roosters. People seem to keep roosters in this part of the city.
I keep marveling at the fact that I pulled this off!
I found a box with a few LPs in it, so I fired up the Stingray (my Manley Stingray amp) and my turntable and listened to "My Song" (Keith Jarrett), "Gafieira Moderna" (Joyce), and Rickie Lee Jones' debut album.

A quiet Friday, still getting better from the "sickness"...