Professional

Irony.

One of the songs we’ve been struggling to find a name for is now called ‘Professional’. Only about 10 more to go.

Count sent over another mix tonight of one of the other untitled songs and I think it’s sounding really good. When Rebecca goes to San Francisco to record and I stay home I really have no idea what to expect. Then, a few weeks later I hear a mix and it’s the closest I get to hearing a Halou song as a non-participant. Cheap thrills, I guess.

It may be time to invest in window coverings. The glass that keeps us insulated from this biting cold is not enough this year. For 3 years (and then some) we’ve lived in this house without a curtain or blind on any window. Enough, I say. When it’s summer, there’s nothing like the unadorned portal to the outside world that a ceiling to floor window provides. In the autumn, however, I want to retreat in to the womb-like warmth that this house has just not yet achieved. Lament, lament. Alternatively, perhaps someone could send me a ticket to the tropics. Thanks, in advance.

RYAN