Back in New Hampshire since Tuesday afternoon. The apartment is now mostly therapized (sic): some biddles thrown out, some new shelves... Like a woman and her haircut, perhaps only I notice the difference.
My finger is officially healed. Well, it's as healed as its going to get. The doctor made a joke that I wasn't a violinist. I replied that I wasn't, but I am a double bass player. He didn't laugh!
Although I do like Billy Bragg, I am not sure how he became my top AudioScrobbler artist. To remedy this situation, iTunes has been playing nearly all day with *anything* to change this. I'm not a socialist, really--I like scented candles!
Much more exciting, next week I am going to enter the halls of radio waves as a pledge drive phone volunteer. Yeah, yeah, pledge drives are annoying, but I've always wanted to see the inside of a public radio station.
