“Thunder on the mountain, rolling like a drum,
Gonna sleep over there, that's where the music coming from”
– Bob Dylan
It was my birthday, but I kept to my early morning clockwork schedule: up at 5 AM for coffee and hobbies: French flash cards, ear training and writing. I cleaned up the following Saturday’s post.
I had the day off so I had a moment to catch up on writers whose work here I adore but have let slip. I almost missed my 6:30 Zoom call with my French teacher in Montpellier. I poured a second cup of coffee.
My company gives us our birthdays off which I love. For a few days colleagues had been asking me what I was going to do with the day and whether I had any plans. I didn’t and decided to fix that.
Melanie would be working, and it would have been easy to let the day slip by uneventfully, but the night before and a “Friday Night” Manhattan in, I decided to use the day to memorize the lyrics to a song. I’d have them forever. A sort of present for myself and a daunting challenge f…
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