I feel lethargic and achy and sniffly, and I've got a Trashcan Sinatras concert tonight. Two years ago, when I saw the Chameleons (same time of year, same venue), I felt much the same as I do today. I spent a couple of songs in the crowd near the stage, then curled up at a table near the wall and watched the rest through a haze of Contac. The Sinatras are kind of a second-tier band with me; I'd have gone to see the Chameleons if I were dying of spinal meningitis, but today I'm waffling. I think I still feel well enough to go, but I'm not looking forward to the inevitably late return home and to bed.
Someday, I will write more about music, but I'm nowhere near focused enough today.