The Weekend Went Away

Is it just me, or do weekends seem shorter and shorter the older you get? I remember a time when I never left my house during the weekend. Nowadays, my house feels more like a hotel than a home, a place where I have a reserved room and that’s about it. Is it so wrong to ask for a 48-hour span of time where I don’t have to step outside of my house?

Of course, if that happened, I wouldn’t be able to go to concerts like the one I went to earlier tonight. It’s not often that the Estonia Philharmonic comes to your town to play Arvo Part compositions; you need to take hold of these sorts of things. Simply amazing… Part’s sacred music stands in marked contrast to the soulless pulp that so much ​“worship” music has become these days.

If you’re into Hood, you might like this interview. If you’re not, quit reading this site now and pick up a copy of Cold House.

Tomorrow I get to take my car into the shop. There goes some more money that I can’t afford to spend right now.

I can’t wait for the next weekend, even if it might involve a long trip through Iowa.