Just when I thought I was starting to get past the problems brought on by the time change, a day like this comes along. I actually told several people that I was coming out of it. Then today happened, with the Boss nattering at me all morning, and more contradictory tax notices coming in the mail, and spilling hot sauce on my white shirt. Okay, I don’t use hot sauce and I never wear white, but if I did, it would have happened.

That’s all. I don’t really want to go into all the things that I spent hours looking for that weren’t really lost, or the junk faxes that kept coming in and tying up my printer, or what I really did spill down the front of my shirt. I just want to crawl back into bed and start the day over, only with a better attitude and a better outcome. Not that there’s any relationship between the two, natch.

On to happier things, before I forget there are happier things. I watched Cadillac Records last night. I knew the music would be good, and I loved Beyoncé as Etta James, and loved Adrien Brody as Leonard Chess, and loved the two of them together, but I was truly affected by Columbus Short as the blues harp genius Little Walter. He gave incredible depth to a tragic figure who lived on the edge and died too young.