daily bliss: jazz singers

It's one of those nights, my friends. At the close of a looooong day at work--11:30am-9:00pm, during which I more than once wanted to say "wtf" to students (bad, bad professor!)--I looked into the inky darkness and despaired at going home to an empty, slightly messy, and mostly dark home. My chipper persona dissolved into mascara rivulets. I trudged up the stairs, checked my messages--a cheery hello from my friend S, who I haven't talked to in a week--popped in a Joni Mitchell jazz standards CD, took a hot shower, made hot chocolate and a whole wheat English muffin, and blogged. Things are looking better, and the house doesn't seem quite so quiet, though it still seems less than tidy.