So it's a rainy miserable day here in Chattanooga. The cold weather, and a couple of stray dogs in the neighborhood have curtailed Ellie's desire to run outside and try to kill stuff. She will stare out the window, occasionally glancing at me as if to say "fix this, will ya?" When the urge to kill gets overwhelming she'll chase bits of things across the apartment, there's a piece of felt and a busted rubber band that she seems to hold a grudge against and will throw all around confines of this tiny apartment. This place is just the right size for me, but it's way too small for her.
I've been working on some Christmas tunes, I wanted to do three new ones (why three, I don't know) and have them done by December 5th, but life has a way of making it's own plans. Anyway, How about two songs on the 18th instead?
Here's the first one.
Good King Wencelas