Still listening.

"I can't be your apologist very long. I'm surprised that you'd want to carry that on."

Last night my bosses showed me all of their goodies from Egypt. There were a lot. Silk on silk hand woven rugs, handmade marble alabaster jars, spices, teas, turkish coffee (my favorite). Last night over beer, she put some concentrated rose oil on my wrists. It smelled like a rose more than a rose smells like a rose. I just sniffed my wrists. They still smell like roses. And here, I always thought I hated the idea of roses...

Listening, now, to New York Cares by Interpol. You would find it under number five.