This song has been playing on loop in my head for the last three days.
Possibly because I’m going to see him LIVE at WRIGLEY in TWO weeks.
I’m a little excited.
But also because I was in the woods this past weekend.
And there are real, live ticks out there.
It was just what I needed. A break from the city (especially with NATO in town), no internet, and unreliable (and therefore unused) cell reception.
Some sun on the dock.
Plenty of family time.
Johnny Mathis and Frank Sinatra the way they were supposed to be heard.
Oh, and I ate a few (hundred) of these.
In case it wasn’t abundantly clear, I was in Wisconsin. Home of the cheese curd.
I am a self-professed city slicker (yup, I buy my salsa from Neeeew York Ceeeeety) and I sometimes forget how much I need down time away from public transportation, a restaurant on every corner, and Bravo. So this was a good weekend.
But seriously, guys, the ticks. The ticks will get you.