I Should Probably Warn Him About My Tendency to Hit Repeat

One of my clients owes money.  Hell, who doesn't owe money at this point?  My life is an endless weekly list of whom I owe and how much.

Each time a bill comes in, I write its due date on the calendar along with the amount and circle it.  Once I'm pretty sure of how a month will go, I write the total amount due that week to the left of the Sunday box.  I do this because I'm neurotic and because I want GPOM to be quite aware of where our money goes and when it goes.  And it's easier than reminding him of my super-duper special-secret tough password that attaches to the bank accounts.

Today, I learned that there is an outside chance that I will have to go to Memphis and appear on behalf of my client in federal court.  I haven't been to Memphis since I was eighteen and RisiMoore came to visit me and of course we had to go to Graceland.

Graceland is awesome, and Memphis is not nearly as close to Nashville as one might think.  Tennessee's all scrunchy.

Since I learned about this possibility, I've had this song in my head, and I've now played the youtube video three times, and the night's still young.