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.


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