The Old Mill Stream of Consciousness

A little about me... it is my blog after all.
I'm old. I know this because I am grizzled. I wish my voice was deeper, it would help my acting career. Perhaps I should take up smoking.
My kids enjoy playing games on the floor. I don't, it hurts to get up. My leg went to sleep the other day while building a marble maze with my ten-year old. It took two shots of espresso to wake it up. I ended up walking in circles for hours.
I wanted to name my first born "Invention" but my wife, Necessity, wouldn't abide, she claimed the name was cliché. I love her to death, but I'm not sure I necessarily need Necessity's allegories. So, I said so, in so many words, and found out that I do so... necessarily.
But enough about me...

I submit more music... if you failed to click on the link I posted a couple of weeks ago for The Be Good Tanyas, you are in luck... it's smooth, it's creamy, it's Oootischenia and ever so Canadian...

Munk's opening line:
Sneezy hated Groucho's visits; his cigars made him cough.

Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk