If I could spend every day exercising my vocal range by letting it reverberate against high ceilings and kitchen appliances, life would make sense. I could do without most other things. My fingers could permanently smell like cilantro, tomatoes, lemon, fresh basil and I would be eternally glad. I don't need anything else to complicate things.

So much of what is occurring lately feels like I'm semi-permanently living in a state of déjà vu.

PS I have the coldest feet in the world, always..and not in a metaphorical sense. Also, all Christmas music is doing for me this year is making me cry. I wish you were here to sing Come Thou Fount, Erin.