I don’t know what it is about this song, but every time I hear it, I cry, starting from the very first time I heard it. Like tears streaming down my face cry. Sometimes with sobs, sometimes not. I don’t get it. I mean, I like it. I like it very much. Maybe it hits me deep in the hillbilly roots I don’t really have.
There is not enough caffeine in the world to make me alert today. Roxy had a seizure last night (right on schedule – it’s been a week and a half), so we got to bed late, and then I got up at 5:15 and was out the door by 6:20 (for the third day in a row), which is clearly not early enough because I was trying to be in DC by 8 and it was 8:30 before I got there. Traffic sucks. And it was raining, which only makes traffic worse. I stopped at Starbucks before I got on the highway, and then the barista handed me my coffee, and then she got this horrified look on her face (seriously, like the world was about to end) and said, “Oh no! I put TWO shots in your coffee!” “How many are there normally?” “Just one.” “Don’t worry about it. It might help.” It didn’t. I still had to sing along to the radio at the top of my lungs to stay awake on the GW Parkway.
Also, I think I’m over my usual Starbucks order. It hasn’t come out right for weeks now. Disappointing because when it’s right, it’s SO good.