Ended up down a gchat rabbit hole tonight. Made a yeast starter. Needed to kill time. Somehow, this lead to an iTunes playlist of all 2002-2004 hits.
I am a nostalgic, sentimental moron. Acknowledged.
But I played some Postal Service, some Flaming Lips “In the Morning of the Magicians,” some Wrens “Ex-Girl Collection.” And I sang along to my cat, sitting in the chair next to my computer, staring at me.
And every time I leaned in to sing a harmony to her, she rubbed her face against mine.
Some part of me thinks she wishes she was there when we were that thing.
Another part of me just appreciates the non-judgmental affection for the staleness of my heart.
Are you eating chips?