Here they are, in no particular order.
Now that I'm over the initial You-Have-To-Be-Kidding-I'm-Somebody's
-Parent?!! of Asher's arrival, the most complicated aspect of my new job is its unpredictability. Just because something worked one day does not mean it's going to work the next. Sleeping, for example: some days are sleepy days and some are not. Some days, he cries to be held and will fall asleep immediately when picked up. Others, he cries to be put down and will fall asleep only if left alone. The pacifier - a cursed and decidedly un-pacifying invention - is equally random in its usefulness. Sometimes it's the only way he can go to sleep, sometimes he gags on it. Sometimes it calms him down until he's nearly asleep, when he spits it out and wakes up crying, looking for it. When this happens - this part is predictable - I become the Pacifier Holder, and Asher never completely falls asleep. In short, neither of us is pacified by the stupid thing. Today he cried until the phone rang; when I started talking, he fell asleep. So maybe he needed some background noise? Who knows. I've given up looking for a pattern.
I'd like, once again, to argue in favor of internet music sharing. If your music is on the Top 40 every week, I can see how sharing music is robbing you of your guaranteed 20$ a pop from millions of loyal fans. But if Casey Casem has never heard of you, it's the best thing that could happen to your career. Don't believe me? Ask John Mayer. Anyway, I digress. Thanks to YouTube, we bought Jars of Clay's Good Monsters this weekend. It's good - I'm not interested in writing a critique, so I'll just say that I like it. Especially "Oh My God." To quote Brian, if David were writing the Psalms today, he'd probably have written "Oh My God" himself.
High today? 68. Tomorrow? 70. Wednesday? 45. It's no wonder the entire state of Alabama has a runny nose.
That's all. Happy Monday, everyone.