Quietly in the house

Our house begins shaking at 7am each day, courtesy of the construction men tearing up our street. It provides for some crazy daytime dreams and a wake-up experience that does not include vitality. I'm fighting it and losing.
The blog has been dormant; I've been trying to iron out some sort of consistent schedule... and failing, which begs the question, "Why can't Mix ever line up a good summer job?"

Better blogging coming up. Until then, check out the sweet stories over at the Hobo Page.

PS The Zooomr gig has been interesting to watch from afar.