Billy is flaked out next to me on the red couch and whiksey is asleep in the kitchen.

I feel better listening to monks and nuns chanting again after the week where I heard mostly radio and jazz and pop.

this last week, i thought I would pay more attention to the world on the news and pop radio station. What an odd human distraction and state of affairs. Nope, I am much more happy with the nuns and monks only chanting in my abode and holly cole trio and suzanne vega and nawang khechog.