Hit the Dusty Trail

          Wonderful college band name: Dog Shaped Dog. Also, this blog suddenly had 21 views from the Ukraine; I wonder if I inadvertently used some keyword that's popular there. I digress. Despite not having slept a wink, I was strangely not overtired for most of the day, which was weird. While running errands, I stopped by the public piano near City Hall, where a pianist and trumpet player were making sweet music. An old man also stepped up to play the Caisson Song, which made me happy inside. After work, I went to Iris's place, where she treated me with lasagna, squash, and a nap.