I've noticed something about myself this past week or so. I don't suppose this is deep, revalatory knowledge, but I have caught myself singing the most random songs in the mornings. I mean, I sing all the time, right? Who doesn't? It's fun and it embarrasses my kids and what could be better than that?
But I guess I just noticed that I was singing songs that were so random and so eclectic and seemed to have nothing to do with anything. I've decided that they must be the soundtrack of my dreams, since I find myself singing, say, Led Zeppelin at 6:00 AM, as I'm about to take my first sip of coffee. Pre-coffee Christy's subconscious is an open book. Post-coffee Christy has very little recollection of what Pre-coffee Christy did on any given day.
This morning, I was singing You Can't Always Get What You Want by the Rolling Stones, of course. Yesterday it was Midlake's Young Bride. I don't even know why. I do like those songs, though.
Sometimes it's a song that I don't like at all, like Francesca Battistelli's Free to Be Me. Honestly? I just had to Google the only snippet of lyrics I remembered to see who sang the song and what it was called. I have no idea where I picked that one up. Plus, it's a little on the pop-country side of things for my taste. Nonetheless, it was in my head before my first sip of coffee three days ago.
It's just an interesting thing to pay attention to. I might start a "Morning Soundtrack" section of my posts, in addition to those blessed "Daily Blisses" - just for funsies. Just for laughs. Just so you can make fun of me as you go about your day. And some of the music is bound to be good, so you might want to check it out too. But some it if will probably not be good. I don't pretend to have good taste.
Daily Bliss: cooperative children this afternoon, who finished all of their responsibilities and then some