I spent about fifteen minutes dropping a bunch of songs on Jen’s iPod this evening so that she’ll have something to listen to at work tomorrow. Then I asked her to dig out her CD collection so that we could start adding them to the server, and she came back from the box collection with a stack about thirty feet tall. I knew I was marrying this woman for something; she’s got Appetite for Destruction (a CD I impulsively sold at the Soundgarden ten years ago when I purged the hair metal from my racks), Duran Duran’s Greatest Hits (guilty, guilty pleasure), Hall & Oates’ Greatest Hits (A-dult…Ed-u-ca-shun), Beck’s Odelay, The Stray Cats, Big Country, The Ocean Blue…

I also sanded and prepped the floors in the Pink room and the office upstairs for coat number two of polyurethane. It’s supposed to be unseasonably warm again tomorrow, and I mean to take advantage of it.