I just spent an hour looking for baby formula for EJT.  I earned this cup.

Drank the second cup while sitting in a beanbag chair, editing a manuscript, and watching CKT play.

This is the first cup of coffee I’ve brewed this year at work.  There were grounds from last semester still in the coffee maker.  Yum.

I’ve had a fun night.

 

First, KLOVE radio has inspired a new writing project for me.  KLOVE was playing at the hair salon, and the announcers pitched the station’s current campaign: the thirty-day challenge to listen only to Christian music.  It’s an ideal challenge for me because: 1) I’m a Christian, but not the evangelical Christian KLOVE targets; 2) I’m not a middle-aged woman, which is the demographic KLOVE targets; 3) I was the music director for the Christian rock station at my Christian college 15 years ago; 4) I am now a communication professor who studies religion and media, and; 5) Christian music sucks.  So, this month I’ll be living without NPR and jazz, and tolerating Christian music.

 

Second, I took CKT to Harris Teeter to buy coffee creamer.

 

Third, the entire family played a couple hands of Crazy Eights and Old Maid.

 

Fourth, and most significant, the boys and I chatted with my mother and father over iChat in celebration of Mom’s birthday.  CKT even sang to her, while EJT cooed.

 

Then, I had this cup of coffee.

 

I failed to record the first cup of the day. But trust me: I drank one already, and it was good.

Now, time for a latte and a haircut.

I’ve had Aimee Mann’s “Wise Up” playing in my head for the past couple days.  I know where it came from: AMKT bought me season one of Community, and the “Spanish 101” episode uses the song to turn an F-grade Spanish presentation into something poignant.  That led me to review how the song was used in Magnolia, a film where every scene in poignant to the point of near ridiculousness.

 

If I were fifteen, I’d listen to on repeat with my headphones before bed each night for a week.