Behind

Still in pajamas. Behind on my To Do list. Behind on flist. Behind in e-mail. Behind on, well, everything, pretty much. If you've sent me e-mail in the last 24-48, I hope to get to it this afternoon. If I've missed anything key on the flist, do let me know. Honestly? I suspect I'll be behind through tomorrow morning.

Pleasant evening in the dark with twilight2000, mischief_wa, teardrop2000 and P last night. Scary driving through genuine darkness on the way there, but kind of neat hanging out with the candles and firelight. The stars were many and quite clear there in the middle of suburbia without the usual light polution, and I enjoyed standing in the driveway naming constellations.

It's been a quiet morning here at Chez scarlettina and for some reason I need that today. 'Tis a goodness.

One of them thar eternal mysteries

I love music so much. I mean, sometimes when I'm listening, if it's the right stuff, it just fills me up so much it's almost sexual. (Sometimes singing is that for me, again, if it's the right stuff.) So . . . why don't I listen to more music when I'm home?

I think it has to do with the way my stereo equipment is set up, and I think that's been true for a while. It's in too inconvenient a place for me to just switch it on. On the other hand, I listen to a lot of music on my computer. Of course, here it sits in front of me and all I have to do is activate iTunes, but the audio quality is nowhere near as good.

Must fix this. Seriously. I must fix it.

This afternoon's iTunes playlist so far:
"Across the Universe," Rufus Wainwright
"Breakin' Me," Jonny Lang
"Coming Back to Life," Pink Floyd
"How We Operate"," Gomez
"I've Not Forgotten You," Toni Childs
"More Than Words," Extreme
"Possession," Sarah McLachlan
"Recovering the Satellites," Counting Crows
"The Different," Melissa Etheridge
etc.
Yeah, yeah. I know. I have to listen to a different radio station every now and then.