I woke up with “So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright” stuck in my head this morning, for some reason. Not a song I really care for, to be honest. Not that it’s terrible or anything; I guess I just never really understood the “I can’t believe your song is gone so soon” line. I mean, the dude was like 91 when he died. That’s a pretty good run – especially for a guy born when Andrew Johnson was president (although I suppose it was really written for Art Garfunkel, unless Paul Simon used to harmonize with Frank). Anyway, I’m more of a Buckminster Fuller fan, so why not a song about him? “Other balls may come, and other balls may go, but Bucky’s are the best darn balls I know.” Oh well, I’v had worse sonegs stuck in my head. Whenever my phone vibrates these days, I get that stupid “give me that fish” jingle in my head.

In yesterday’s voting, poor Hiram Monserrate lost his bid to get his NYS Senate seat back. The lo-cal news twit this morning reminded us that he had been convicted of a “Mister Meaner.” Also, the Village of Seneca Falls narrowly voted to dissolve (though it was a close vote, which isn’t yet official).

It’s supposed to be a beautiful day here today (another one; we’ve had some great weather lately). It’s nice, I guess, but I spend most of my days in a windowless office, and I can’t really get out and enjoy it, ‘cuz I seem to have something really wrong with my feet. It stated out as a bad ankle in one foot, but now it seems to be the entire foot, and the other foot started aching last night, too. It’s pretty pathetic; I can barely walk, though I’m hoping one I get moving along, things will loosen up. Either that, or I’m getting out the chainsaw and get rid of the damn thing all together.

Put your corned beef and cabbage in the crock pot (not that corned beef and cabbage is actually an Irish thing, but never let the truth stand in the way of “tradition”) before you leave the house so it’s all ready to go when you get home again, and Happy SPD, Erin go bragh, and all that kinda stuff.