(a little late, better than forgoing it completely)

• I spent most of yesterday by myself in my echoey office, with its giant windows and wood floors and brick left over from being a nineteenth century mill building
• I spent hours singing to myself. Loudly. Even though the people downstairs could definitely hear me. I haven’t been brave enough to do this since…well, I’ve never been brave enough to do that.
• TIL Cotton-Eyed Joe is actually an old American folk song, and my husband reacted to this news this way: