Widowed, retired, and living with a rural population of under 300 souls. "I didn't know" is what I find myself uttering between songs. Entering my third year of hedonistic saturation. Open all night.
I hate when this happens
One of those nights last night. For whatever reasons, real or imagined, the rig was singing. I went down at 11:30, “Only for a
couple tunes.” Went to bed at 3. Alarm at 5:45 was rude. At least I was in bed before the sun was coming up as often happens.