The Side Effects of Endorphins

Right now I am spending the weekend in our former house. There is no furniture except for a chair and a large sofa.

My wife is living here until the end of the school year and me up north.

Round Here

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you, the angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right

Animal Instinct

I am usually a social animal but currently I spend most of my time alone. In the normal run of play it would be with my wife.

We hung out together every single moment
‘Cause that’s what we thought married people do
Complete with the grip of artificial chaos
And believing in the country of me and you

Those lyrics are from A song called Fireworks by The Tragically Hip.

But for these last two weeks, my constant companion is Luna. We are hoping up and down the coast and for her it’s one big adventure that should wrap up in the next two weeks. We are tired and ready to kick up our feet so all I have is musical metaphor.