It’s 11:04 pm, and I’m sitting here working on a grant proposal for Beacon with a glass of wine in my hand. I got to work at 6:30 this morning, worked at Beacon until 4:30, scouted our possible next opponent until 7:00. Got home, caught up with Kat for a while, made some calls, watched West Wing, and then I got back to work.
So I was sitting here typing and — admittedly — IMing with a friend about special education policies (I am a geek, I know), and I was just generally starting to stress about how much work I have to do, when Michelle Shocked’s Anchorage came on. It’s always been one of my favorite songs; the wistfulness of lost youth and the sadness about divergant paths that life can take has always resonated with me.
I remember hearing this song one time as I was driving down Edgewood Road in Yardley, home for some college break or another, and I was just so struck by it that I had to just pull over and let the song affect me. It’s just one of those songs… and sitting here with too much work to do, it was just the right song to hear right now.