the shop here on the homefront is already dark, and my roommate is in bed. I’m just up chatting online with the lovely and talented Erin, while munching on a peanut butter bagel. Aprils listening to her new tape, otherwise laying there quietly. Newton left my lap for the windowsill, even though it’s dark out… I imagine he wanted more stable footing.After gabbing, I now want to get back more into music. I think I’ll pick up a recorder too… something more quiet than the loudies I play. maybe something hand-sized. (a guitar is great, too.. )