Eddie Money is dead. I probably haven't listened to an Eddie Money song since the 1980s, but he was part of the cultural soundscape of my youth (let's say 1977-1986), which is melting away as quickly as the icecaps.
What do you say about a day that you have to spend fifteen minutes trying to think of anything at all worthwhile to say about? I'm having far too many of those.
Have a look at Spooky's Etsy shop. The goblins in her workshop are busy making Halloween thingamabobs.
4:23 p.m. (yesterday)