in a beautiful place out in the country

That's the name of my favorite Boards of Canada song. First time I ever heard it was driving back from H's friends' place in Braunschweig back to Baddeckenstedt where his parents live. (Holy shit. I spelled that right the first time. Of course, I finally remember just when it won't come up as much.). Anyway, we were on the autobahn late at night, and it was snowing just the tiniest bit, just enough to make everything kind of glow.

Anyway, that was the song. Beautiful night.

It came up while talking music — I couldn't remember the name of the song — at L's place, in a long good talk until late (late) at night. Had a fabulous time. Was fuzzy brained the next day, but that was fine, just fine. So glad she's in my life.

The photo shoot went perfectly. The guy we shot would be the perfect tv dad, in a Fox kind of way. And SO funny with his dog: "Goddammit, Boomer, you damn stupid dog. Get over here, you good boy. Who's a good dog? Who's a good dog? Who's Daddy's good big boy? Who's a good dog, you damn stupid dog?" and totally was one of those people who didn't mind the big open-mouthed sloppy wet doggy kiss. (No offense to any other doggie-kissers. While, personally, I love my cats and am pretty kissy on 'em, I keep my mouth closed.) He and his wife were hysterical, and totally nice.

So I'm sitting on the couch and it's almost dark outside, just a perfect drizzly January Sunday. I'm listening to Cat Power, and Bea and Sammy are curled up on either side of me. It's totally nice, just sitting here. I do need to accomplish a few things today, and I will, but it's nice sitting here now.

See y'all later.