Sit Right Down My Wicked Son....

So I get a day off on a beautiful day like today and all I can do is peer suspiciously at the sun through the blinds. I should get my pale self outside.

There's a construction crew demolishing the last of the building just a ways down the alley to clear space for more condos. The sound of grinding concrete as they sweep away 70's eyesore to make room for 21st century eyesore has the cat trembling under the bed. Vibration travels through the floor to raise more nails through the aging hardwood to assault my feet. As good a time as any to greet the day.

(Brings LCD Soundsystem, TV on the Radio, Thelonious Monk and that Kings of Leon album that Steve got me that I haven't made my mind up about yet. Exit wringing hands, searching for coffee.)