She'd walk down through the garden In the morning after it rained

This week was one of those strange collection of days that individually seemed to drag interminably, yet here we are at Friday wondering where the week went. 

It seems we are slated to get a big warmup, with temps peaking in the fifties and sixties next week. I'm ready for the snow to go away. 

You might have guessed from the previous entry I've been working on the Great American Novel. I'm rewriting what is the final draft. Maybe. Probably.  I hope. 

I think this effort is far better than my last book. That one needed about three more revisions to make it passable. So it goes. 

I've thought about trying to submit this novel to an agent and trying to get it published by a real publisher. We shall see. In the end it is probably just more meh drivel. I can live with that. Still, I'm no judge, but I think it is not too bad. It is very different from my previous effort. 

Yeah, yeah, you don't care about any of that. I know why you are here -- Friday music! Well, here you go: