Small delights for a Monday morning

Due to ongoing car issues, the husband drove me to work and the Emperor to daycare. (Usually it would be the other way around, but we were running rather late this morning.)

Pulling out of the driveway, the car's overhead thermometer read 13 degrees. It proceeded to drop down to 6 on our way to my workplace. The Emperor delighted in notifying us of each change. "Now it's twelve!" "Oh, look, eleven!" "It changed to ten!" And so on and so forth, delivered in a voice of wonder and enchantment.

Then "Birdhouse in Your Soul" (by They Might be Giants, naturally) came on the radio, and the Emperor struggled to sing along. (Seriously, the lyrics of that song are fast and dense; I couldn't do much better.) It reminded me of a drunken frat boy trying to keep up, chiming in on the repeated chorus and losing it on the fast parts: "Blue can...light...Make a little birdhouse in your soul! Not...fine point...say...bee...Make a little birdhouse in your soul!"

If we've done nothing else for our budding geek, at least we're giving him a good musical grounding.

Booze and snooze

Just when I thought I was out of the illin' zone...I've got a drippy back of the throat thing going on. *sigh*

Taking a cue from the family Hot Toddy recipe, I've been experimenting with mixtures of tea and booze. SoCo and tea? Yummy. Brandy and tea? A classic. Tonight's offering is tea and cherry wine. It's somewhere between an extra fruity mulled wine and a hot sangria. Very tasty, in any case, especially in my Farscape mug.

The Emperor requested "Don't Lets Start" as one of his bedtime songs tonight, and the last I heard from him, he was sleepily mumbling it to himself. He and his daddy were singing "Snail Shell" at dinner. It's been a very TMBG couple of days.

Random crappy politics things are going on at work, but I can't give a damn. I'm firmly in "nod and smile" land. This may change, but for now, I'm doing OK.

Time for more tea.