I’m not sure what’s gotten into me this morning, but when I woke up, instead of flipping on the tube, I put on some music. Nothing special, I use Pandora and I’ve been letting the Thumbprint Radio do the heavy lifting for me instead of selecting a specific artist station. I really am enjoying that feature. So I’ve had random great music playing throughout the house as I wander from room to room.
Queen and solo Freddie Mercury
Cranberries and solo Delores O’Reardon
Genesis and – you guessed it – Phil Collins. Still waiting on some Peter Gabriel
Sting…but no Police
Pandora had to dig pretty deep into my musical tastes for that last one…
But all this goodness vibing around my little slice of Portland has had me shaking my groove thing as I’ve puttered through my morning.
While I was making breakfast – oatmeal, I swear – I was dancing in place in front of the stove.
Folding laundry at the counter.
Turning my towel into a dancing prop after my shower.
It’s all made me feel good.
Then I look up after reaching down to dry my legs and see this
She’s so judge-y.
I still laughed. Let her judge. Realistically, she’s probably thinking, “I can’t believe this idiot is who I rely upon for food and water…”