from the crib to the

from the crib to the ride and the clothes

Sukha is coming. My Christopher Stupid-Pod brain-slurping brick-dropping bat. My French Horn Section co-commander. My nemesis and my love. He was a year behind me in high school, and in my section in Symphonic Wind Ensemble (SWEEEEEEEE!)

He’s coming to the show tonight, too. That’ll be sweet.

On a sadder note, I’ve been getting around the company restrictions on checking personal email, by using a convoluted yahoo login-thingy that the computer didn’t recognize as being illegal. Somehow, in the last five minutes, that has changed. sigh. Stupid temping.