since when were you so generous and inarticulate?

i am missing my elvis costello music. all my records and casettes are perhaps still in georgia, long since gone, and cd's that are left skip in all the wrong places. i am trying to keep sadness from sinking in too deeply, so will probably go to sleep soon. at least i don't feel violent today. and, summer is late, moving into fall, dragging like a tired, milky-eyed old dog, and fall is far too far away, and i miss my dad. i want to watch some movies with him and listen to his languid commentary, read a bit by soft light, and drift to bed comforted and content. tender nostalgia overtakes me, summer nights always get me funny. that's all.