Roundabout

I've not posted in a while. That's because there is little noteworthy to report. A sampling of my recent life will prove the point...

• Where oh where have I been? I'm tired, that's where.
• I seem to have achieved a bit of a sunburn. I don't recall being out in the sun.
• There's a soundtrack to my past weekend. One song has to do with David and his dad's excursion, one was prompted by my back and forth travels these past weeks, and another I've heard for the first time in years but twice in the last two days and I love the little bass line.*
• I am sick, sick, sick of dining out and eating convenience foods. Not even the spinach sauce at Frankie's or the nutty salad at Jason's Deli sounds good right now.
  
• Of all the things that trouble me currently about our stuff being gone from Beaumont house (it's "Going to California", you see) is the loss of a non coin-operated washing machine.

* For those of you who prefer not to follow links or read lyrics, some of which are rather not appropriate to my meandering thoughts anyway, the song titles are Going to California by Led Zeppelin, Roundabout by Yes, and Magic by The Cars.