Music is a funny thing. Finding it can be a lonely journey, an awkward path, broken up into segments when friends say to friends with an earbud extended, "Hey, you should listen!" or switch on the radio on the lonely road. Or it can be a public event, with djs and dance parties and people talking over the lyrics.

Music is usually made for different styles. "Guilty pleasures" you wouldn't admit to anyone you listened to versus music you belt out on karaoke, trying to get others to listen to versus the things you just play.

Not much else to say today.

I dunno how, but I'm pretty sure Mom was hit on by a college-aged guy today at Starbucks. At least we can say she's aging gracefully. *shudder*