Okay, take me to court. Today is a repeat from 2017. Sue me.
I awoke with Billy Idol blasting “White Wedding” into my mental stream. I knew I’d posted it before and looked it up.
It was a brief post pre-NC (novel coronavirus).
But, then, naw…”Rebel Yell” began streaming, and quickly segued into one of my favorite Billy Idol tunes, “White Wedding.” “It’s a nice day to start again.”
It’s cooler today, with a projected high of just eighty-eight under clear blue skies. Definitely a nice day to start again. Here it is, Billy Idol, from nineteen eighty-two, when I was just a wee man of twenty-six years. Boy, what would need to be sacrificed to be twenty-six again, hey?
Which is exactly where my mind is today, you know, the start again part. It seems like we’re always starting again, beginning again. You clean the house, and then it’s time to clean it again. For me, it’s the bathroom and the yard. Did the front yard on Monday, went polished the wooden cabinets in the kitchens and bathrooms, and polished the furniture in the master bedroom. Now it’s, clean the bathroom, vacuum the office, and work on the back yard.
Oh, yes, and there’s writing.
“It’s a nice day to start agaaaiiinnn.” Right after I have a cup of coffee. Maybe two.