We got trouble

... right here in River City
with a capital "T"
and that rhymes with "P"
and that stands for "Pool"

Ah yes, they don't write them like that any more. I don't know how old I would have been when we saw The Music Man, or should I say "first" saw it, because my mother would make us watch it again every time it came on TV. Eight maybe, not older than ten. My mother loved musicals, we saw every film in which people sang regardless of any other attributes it might have had. (I must confess that I enjoyed them too, and can still sing many of the songs from those films, forty years on. As the sapling is bent, so grows the tree - or some such platitude.)

I'm in trouble: it's late*, I'm tired and have a pounding headache from stress in the office (but they are away on a site visit tomorrow, hooray) and worst of all, I am at a loss for even trivial things to say. How pathetic it would be to stumble with only nine days to go. Damn, can't have that.

Bah. Sorry, really just toooooooo tired. I'll make it up to you tomorrow.

* Well, it feels late even if it is only 21:29. Time is relative.

Twenty-one down, nine to go.