what I was missin'
in the used to be
I'm gettin' frequently
and so goodbye to cares that hound me

I'm sitting in the yard, it's spring, the sun is shining, the dog next door is crying, and certain songs are playing in my head over and over. It's nice to be home again, after all. Today is the 11th anniversary of my move to San Francisco (and also Tara's birthday!); I left work a teeny bit early to celebrate.
I have two and a half weeks of vacation in Berlin and Paris and Bonn to write about, and more pictures to post, but today I think I'll go for a bike ride.

But this is why
it's all too strange and strong
I'm full of foolish song
and out my song must pour