Tuesday, life living and Jeff Tweedy.

I'm worried, I'm always in love.

One. Roadtrips are high up on my list of life's greatest pleasures. Ever. Especially with my [best] friend because anything is possible.

Two. Jeff Tweedy at the end point of roadtrips is most favorable. Tonight, he is our endpoint and I am beaming like school girl.

Three. The sun is shining, the moon is high. Fifteen minutes stand in the way of me and my sunglasses, tattered blue jeans.

(Four. I read in a review this morning that Tweedy is playing old songs, Loose Fur and Uncle Tupelo songs, and taking requests. Tonight I may die a content and full-hearted woman.)

Will I catch the moon
Like a bird in a cage
It's for you I swoon
I'm always in love