Love, let me sleep tonight on your couch
and remember the smell of the fabric
of your simple city dress.
This week was laughably long and hard. I spent this afternoon at the coffeeshop trying to cram work into the sporadic bursts of excellent internet punctuated with random outages. When the network was cooperating, I listened to Grace on YouTube. Then I came home and did a grad school assignment and kept the same soundtrack. The whole album is beautiful, I love all the songs, but the walking halting lilt of the music at the beginning of this song gets me every time.
Sundays are supposed to be for squandering. Why did I do so much work?