We woke up this morning to see a very thin blanket of dry snow over everything. The noon sun has burned it off but it is but a foretaste of the horror to come.
I just played side 3 of Physical Graffiti (vinyl of course) and the bridge of this song kills me every time. Few bands could switch gears as smooth as Zeppelin. They talk of Bonzo’s power but his ability to change tempo on a dime was a gift in itself.
Carjo is making potato soup for the crockpot. The boys from Fargo are coming up on Sunday (with two cases of Hispanic Coca Cola). There will be no Vikings game to ruin my Sunday but the Bison play this afternoon. It’s all good. Have a nice weekend.