Move me to the sun

For obvious reasons there has been a lot of Sondheim in my head lately, so I was leaning on the back of the couch watching the dusk fall over the roofs of our street, singing "Take Me to the World," when I realized I had attracted a passerby, an older man in a denim jacket and a matching blue surgical mask carrying some home improvement paraphernalia. I finished singing and he nodded his head and moved on. It was nice.

My father came by earlier this afternoon and we walked around my neighborhood for an hour, checking on the developments of spring and the ever-mystifying progress of the GLX. We still had to duck a couple of maskless people, but they were in the minority. It's a Somerville ordinance now.

( Just hold my hand whenever we arrive. )

Have some Yiddish plague songs.