Not much to report this time. Waiting for the baby to arrive. Walking around the neighborhood a lot. Shopping for a recliner that will be comfortable for a nursing mother. Mostly I just wanted to post on the 29th.
BTW: As per Jamie's suggestion, if the baby had been born today, we would have named him Lee Pierre. (Think about it, but not for too long.) Anyways, there's still time...
How about a song of the day? Muzzle of Bees by Wilco
Zam.
Friday, February 29
Happy February 29th!
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There's a random painted highway
And a muzzle of bees
My sleeves have come unstitched
From climbing your tree
And dogs laugh, some say they're barking
I don't think they're mean
Some people get so frightened
Of the fences in between
And the sun gets passed from tree to tree
Silently, and back to me
With the breeze blown through
Pushed up against the sea
Finally back to me
I'm assuming you got my message
On your machine
I'm assuming you love me
And you know what that means
Sun gets passed, sea to sea
Silently, and back to me
With the breeze blown through
Pushed up above the leaves
With the breeze blown through
My head upon your knee
Half of it's you, half is me
Half of it's you, half is me
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