sheryl crow

i was just reading another lincoln woman writer's blog. i was reading about her writer's group, how they celebrated her success of finishing a novel. it made me feel wistful. suddenly, i faintly heard sheryl crow's latest album wafting into my ears from far away. it's 8am. i thought, "some woman is listening to sheryl crow right now, in my proximity on my quiet, quiet street. she can be my friend. yes, even if she's not a writer and doesn't read, we can listen to this together. i've got to be more open." i decided to go outside and take my bills to my mailbox as my alibi. but out there, i didn't hear her. "it must be coming from my backyard. that hairdresser lady with the kid who lives behind me must listen to this when her husband isn't home listening to country or hard rock. wow, i never would have guessed." i decided it was time to put kyla (my dog) in the kennel in the backyard. then, alas, i passed my bedroom. and my clock radio. and realized somehow i had set the alarm on the music function. i'd wondered where that cd went. i guess i'm still my best friend after all.