La Pared

Sabes que sin tí ya yo no soy
Sabes que a dónde vayas, voy
Naturalmente



Those words come from a Shakira song called "La Pared." I know. It's Shakira. But she's really a brilliant songwriter and while she's had some poppy English-language hits, her Spanish songs are more emotional and more complex, with wrenching lyrics and haunting melodies. I've been listening to her Spanish language music since I was a dorky ninth grader who studied Spanish for fun.

Chip's been gone essentially since Sunday morning (he was home Sunday night but I was asleep and he left Monday morning as I was waking up). He is driving a truck along with the Tour of California for mechanical and other support. He'll be back on Monday, the 25th. I miss the crap out of him! Going home to an empty apartment, while I did that for years while living on my own in Baltimore, is just not fun. There's only so much fun to be had hanging out with a dog and three cats. There is endless litter-scooping, walking, feeding, vomit-cleaning, etc. to be done though. Great.

So I've been listening to music. And cleaning. And reading. And watching Law & Order. And listening to more music. Chip's not one for talking on the phone, and when he is, it's an inconvenient hour (such as the two 1:30 a.m. phone calls I received in the last week..."oh, were you sleeping?" "YES! I'm NORMAL!") So I've been having Katie time, and while it gets kinda boring, it's also kinda fun.