Sunday, April 11

It's good to be home

How I love lazy Sunday Mornings. Oh, there's nothing like your own bed after days on the road.

In the words of Joni Mitchell...
Last night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here Carey
But it's really not my home
My fingernails are filthy, I got beach tar on my feet
And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne

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