I read, and I listened.

As I read this sentence,
"In a short time he filled not only his own house, but all of those in the village with troupials, canaries, bee eaters, and redbreasts. The concert of so many different birds became so disturbing that Ursula would plug her ears with beeswax so as not to lose her sense of reality."
the sound of birds issued from the speakers of my record player, on an album I had never listened to.
The song was Paris 1919 by John Cale. The book was 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
Life is beautiful. Mostly.

GUESS WHAT WORLD

I got my dream job. Pretty amazing. I am very happy now - everything is going to change for me. Like, everything. I will make it so.
I'm also going to get a single apartment in August. Kind of exciting. It's sort of a big step towards independence in a way, and I'm really looking forward to it.
I'm rich! Let's party!

Edwina Margaret Kelly

'Pigs in Blankets - Christmas in Oxford'
This woman is touching down stateside for the first time in her wild life, T Minus approximately 1 month. I can barely stand the anticipation.
MPLS, prepare yourself.