The sun is mostly set, though it’s not wholly dark out. It’s 64 degrees out and the breeze coming through the open window a few feet away is cool, but I have socks on so it’s not too bad. Plus, I can smell the fire someone outside has built. Aside from the waning sunlight the only other light in the living room comes from the illuminated screen of Enid, my laptop.
I’ve done the dishes and put away the leftovers. The coffee maker is ready to do its thing in the a.m. On my knee is a chocolate Tootsie Pop still in its wrapper. On the table next to me, a sparkly gin & tonic with Hendrick’s and a lime so juicy it was worth the second mortgage on Supergenius HQ.
My ears are ensconced in my very favorite headphones. The lime-green $30 cheapies that I can wear for hours and hours without issue. They don’t rub against the top of my head or pinch my glasses between my ears and my head. These are very important traits in headphones. The only thing that would make them better is if they had a coiled cord. Alas, life is not perfect.
Funneling from my very favorite headphones to my ears is The Rolling Stones’ “19th Nervous Breakdown.” Next will be “Honky Tonk Women.”
This is a long way to say that I’m listening to The Rolling Stones in the dark with the window open. It is so fucking wonderful I had to tell someone about it.