And your heart starts to wonder

And your heart starts to wonder

Every day my dog pulls all the books off of my nightstand in an attempt to get to the tissue box.  She can't reach it, of course, because I put it high up on the Leaning Tower of Notebooks, but she keeps trying, and I keep picking the books up and re-piling them again and again.  It's futile really, for the both of us, but I admire her - tenacity?  Her perseverance, and her pigheadedness.  I wish I were that faithful, that persistent that this time, maybe just this one time, something will be different.

I've been listening to the Script's live iTunes session all day.  It's beautiful.  I hope in another life I'm someone with musical talent.  I think music is the purest way to connect to people, possibly even more so than writing is.  It's universal.