The first song that plays on the clock radio in the morning can easily become the theme song for my day...

Awesome. I was afraid to get out of bed (although I had to get to it because C had percussion ensemble and we had to leave the house by 6:45 with marimba in tow). I was sure I would have a David Lynch sort of day. You know, like I would walk outside and there would be a two-headed raccoon reciting the Pledge of Allegiance or something.

The good news is that there was no errant raccoon, no exploited-for-requisite-weird-factor-dwarf, no anorexic much younger girlfriends of Jack Nicholson. It was just another morning with a prettier than normal sunrise and a better than normal percussion rehearsal.

There's still time. I say "bring on the weird!" it feels like I've got a hefty dose of coming anyway.