reedy's rambles

There are just a handful of places that when you walk in you feel almost as comfortable as you do in your own house. Today, I am "homesick" for other people's homes. I would love to be at the Song's house for Sunday lunch, or sitting in Lyndsay and Jon's kitchen just talking over coffee, or in Dacia's house playing Scrabble, or at 2412 making s'mores in the gas fireplace . . . ok maybe not.

Is it ok that I am listening to Soul Asylum? Sometimes you just need flannel.