SUNDAY MORNING

Here I sit, in the parking lot at church. L is inside for choir, but Mass does not start for half an hour. I am listening to For Boston by the Dropkick Murphys and thinking about the fact that Chicago has a fine song, but For Boston may be more fun. I am also thinking about the fact that I am on someone's wireless network (clever network name: linksys) and am getting pissed because their connection is all over the place in strength and size. Crappy stolen wireless. These people ought to be more considerate.