Yeah… so, no words or pictures today. Ok, no pictures, a few words. This is a trend… and there are reasons. I just don’t want to write them. You know? There is just only so much of my medical life I want to face right now–blogging it seems really, uh, to defeat that purpose. If I write it, I have to face it. Blech.

That being said, please don’t worry and leave urgent comments. It’s not urgent. It’s not anything, but part of my life and I don’t find it inspiring at the moment.

I will say this… our car was broken into a few weeks past and the losers took my music and left most of IZ’s. Heh. So, IZ bought me a few new CDs. This is a big deal around here. I’ll spend money on flowers without a thought, but new music feels like such a luxury. So, my list of music I want is HUGE…

Anyhow, Prince Charming lived up to his name and he even let me pick out the new music and didn’t mock me or chastise me for the language. For my part, I skipped the Lily Allen and Amy Winehouse, (and Franz Ferdinand and the Killers!!) and got a few releases I thought IZ might be willing to listen to with me because some of his music was stolen too.

I would like to note that I’ve taught Boy Wonder to use the first line of “Rehab”… he now runs around saying “She tried to make me clean my room, but I said ‘No, No, No.'” Heh. He won’t sing it, because he says, “I don’t sing, MOM!” in that tone of voice that just dares me to correct him. I refuse. I’m a lover not a fighter.

And so, in the midst of no words and no ambition and no real reason to complain, really, I’m listening to the incomparable Regina Spektor. If you’ve not heard of her, go take a listen to Fidelity. (The CD is “Begin to Hope”, in case you’re wondering!) Your cool quotient is going up just reading this… and I have to say, Fidelity may be the worst song on the CD! It’s just that stunning.

This is how it works
You’re young until you’re not
You love until you don’t
You try until you can’t
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don’t get harmed
But even if it does
You’ll just do it all again ~~RS

And this is how it works. Sometimes words, sometimes pictures. And sometimes, nothing but music.