Last weekend I visited home: Wanda is doing very well. The Chemo--i.e. deliberate poisoning--has sapped her strength and stolen her hair, but apparently the human spirit is not made up of fast-dividing cells. The kittens are thriving. Titus is alternately lazy and frantic, while Penny prefers mostly the latter, although her favorite spot to slow down is mom's lap. Anne was home to let Dad get caught up on work and she of course fell in love with the kittens. I sang Somewhere Over the Rainbow (not the Judy Garland version) and Here Comes the Sun at my old friend Chris Briggs' classy wedding. I also dug through the old Hartley Memorabilia Box and did some archiving, as you can see on Flickr.
Last month I started documenting my dreams in the most effective way I could come up with, by immediately speaking into a tape recorder as soon as I emerge from REM-sleep. I may parlay these bizarre word jumbles into an album's worth of lyrics, or perhaps just post them here. Either way I'm looking forward to listening to the tapes sequentially.
Soon the War on Drugs will be heading overseas for some touring: the UK, Holland, Belguim, France and Lebanon (specifically, Beirut--not a joke). Obviously I'll take lots of pictures and probably have a story or two to share when we get back.
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