The Well Has Run Dry ...

(Source)

Perhaps I've been to the well one too many times in the twelve years I've been doing this. Perhaps it's because I've been fighting the crud for two weeks now, though that situation is resolving itself. (The involvement of my right ear made the medicos think bacterial as opposed to viral, so they gave me some antibiotics - pill would choke a horse - and that seems to be doing the trick.) Slept very well over the weekend, thing is though ...

I really don't feel all that creative.

It's so bad, that I didn't even go dig out a rerun to inflict on you. That's how actively lazy and uncreative I am right now.

Sad, innit?

I'm also a bit bummed as LUSH won't be joining me to see the Foo Fighters in July up at Fenway. We had fun at the last one and she's the one who bought the tickets (a Christmas gift pour moi). But familial obligations require her to be elsewhere on the date in question.

The Missus Herself offered to accompany me, I pointed out that she doesn't really care for their music (when we're in the car I'm always being asked "Can you please turn that down?") and she wouldn't really be able to handle it for three+ hours, standing I might add. (Who sits at a rock concert anyway?)

However, The Nuke has expressed an interest in going. Now that would be fun, we've done the father-daughter thing before at big events (like Broncos - Redskins a few years back), and she does like that sort of music. Well, more so than The Missus Herself does at any rate.

So I've potentially got that going for me.

And as I've not much else to share today, here's a music video. Another Mark Knopfler tune, this one, Piper to the End, was written to the memory of his Uncle, killed in action in France, 1940. (Thanks for this Boat Guy! Who also tipped me off to Done With Bonaparte. So a tip o' the auld Balmoral bonnet to BG!)

Piper to the End

Mark Knopfler¹

When I leave this world behind me

To another I will go

And if there are no pipes in heaven

I'll be going down below

If friends in time be severed

Someday we will meet again

I'll return to leave you never

Be a piper to the end

This has been a day to die for

Now the day is almost done

Up above a quiet seabird

Turns to face the setting sun

Now the evening dove is calling

And all the hills are burning red

And before the night comes falling

Clouds are lined with golden thread

We watched the fires together

Shared our quarters for a while

Walked the dusty roads together

Came so many miles

This has been a day to die on

Now the day is almost done

Here the pipes will lay beside me

Silent will the battle drum

If friends in time be severed

Someday here we will meet again

I'll return to leave you never

Be a piper to the end

Ah, my Scot's soul is at peace ...

(Now let's see if I can't get the Muse back on track!)

¹ The lyrics are included for the Sassenachs among ye who dinnae ken Glaswegian.