Tuesday, April 03, 2012

Listening Post



Sorry for the absence yesterday. My weekend was spent doing something I honestly wasn't sure I'd do again, at least not in the near future.

Put it this way: As I'm typing these words, I'm sitting on my couch with the French doors that lead to my patio wide open, letting the crisp morning air fill the room. A couple of nights ago, my girlfriend and I cracked open a bottle of champagne, toasted, and I heard two wonderful words I haven't heard in years: "Welcome home."

Here's Zero 7's Home.

4 comments:

littlebitoffeisty said...

Congrats! Nothing feels better than having your own space.

Steven D Skelton said...

(if this means what I think it means)

Ah...the victory of hope over experience.

I always root for hope.

robyurkowski said...

I did that once. A bat flew in.

Benoit from Ottawa said...

Nice. Wonderful for oneself.