Pack up all my care and woe
Here I go, singing low
Bye bye blackbird
Today is one of those days I’m thinking about quitting this project. I mean, where is everybody?
Susan, thank goodness, still seems to be in. Bridgett is keeping me going. I see this morning that she’s posted more entries, which I am looking forward to reading just as soon as I get some work done.
I miss the rest of y’all. I’m glad Helen’s still reading.
Lisa, Lisa, this is your baby! Where are you?
Maybe the fact that I keep trying means that here it is, summer, and I have no life. It’s possible. I just sit here, editing medical copy, working on a quarterly journal, and hoping some song will come to me to post each morning. And then I hope to find the time to post it. Steal the time, really.
But I’m running out of steam.
At 182/183, I’d be halfway through. Maybe that should be my goal. To just make it halfway.
Here are the Jazz Birds singing Henderson/Dixon’s “Bye Bye Blackbird.”
No one here can love or understand me
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me