Listen, smith of the heavens, what the poet asks

Morbid thought, I suppose, but I would love to have this performed at my funeral.  I don’t even remember how I came across this song, but I fell in love with it and have searched for the “perfect” version of it.  This is about as close as you can get.  I’m a big choir nerd from back in the day, and so I’m very sensitive to pitch and such things like that.

I went to urgent care yesterday, because my shoulder has been bothering me for a week or so, with pain going into my neck.  Just a muscle strain from sleeping in a weird position, but annoying nonetheless.  They gave me a shot in my ass, and sent me to CVS to pick up prescriptions for steroids and muscle relaxers.  So far, so…decent.  The pain isn’t completely gone, but I care less about it.  I think that’s really the whole deal with muscle relaxers (and pain killers, if they’re the good, strong type).  You just don’t care.  There’s pain? Meh, whatevs.

So my Sunday shall be spent watching various music videos on youtube, with a squirmy cat by my side.

About meredithelaine

forty-something. jersey girl in texas via california.
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