HD Radio

Must have one. Now. Two or three would be better. One for the kitchen, one for the car and one next to my bed. That is, of course, the most important location.
The fact that I shall be bitchy every morning from now until I get one will probably hasten it's arrival. Oooh... flash fantasy in which my co-workers huddle together to discuss how to bring back the bright, happy Karen and decide to pool their money to present the item I desire to me for Christmas.

OK. I'm back from my special place where I'm the star and everything else is just in orbit around me. Me. Me. Me. All the time.

Now that the MPR Morning Show is gone and The Current has overrun its banks to flood the wake-up hours of 5-9 am, nothing is right. Yuck. It's nerve-jarring to wake up to squealing guitars and screaming rock music. Sets the absolute wrong tone for the day. A collective AAAAAAAHHHHHH NNNOOOOOOOOO!!!! goes up to the heavens from those devoted souls who are mourning today.

I tried to attend the final show yesterday, but alas, the crowds repelled me. Too many humans inside a small building at an hour that I am unaccustomed to dealing with them. I choked back the tears driving to St. Paul at 5:45 am. "No crying. Driving now." But I blubbered a bit once I got to D's apartment and a bit more on WB 494 heading back to work.

It's a sad day. Life's habits have a way of changing when you are content. But, all we can do is advance and not fight it.

I WILL have an HD radio. Into the future!! (When do I get my cape & tights?)