Haven't we all, at one time or another, air-conducted, air-guitared, air-drummed She's so Heavy in our living room? Or at least wanted to? Is this not a sign of mental health? Remember the first time you heard Abbey Road? Extra points if you were on your back between the speakers.
Outside, fall is creeping. Gray and drizzly. Dishes are in the sink, mostly washed. The Beatles sent my mind spinning back back back. Vacuuming has been done. The rain falls. Purple angora is on the stove. I try to not run away in panic. Or joy.
I can always turn to the internets for some sanity. Thank you, The Knitting Curmudgeon
