She's giving me come-hither looks, but every time I walk over there, she won't actually put out. Fortunately, I'm in good shape deadline-wise, and I have this absolute mess of music on my hard drive that desperately needs to be tidied up and made sense of. I had music in three different directories on two different drives, and I was having a heck of a time finding anything.
So I've spent the day labeling and sorting, the kind of mindless but absorbing work that seems to let my brain unhinge and get cracking on things, subconsciously. It gave me the first line for Dust today, but I'm pretending I didn't notice, and anyway I'm waiting for it to get itchy enough to finish Lumiere.
You know, I am finding all kinds of stuff in here I forgot I had.
(This is where I cop to owning a Dan Fogelberg greatest hits album, isn't it?)