The New Pornographers gave a great concert Saturday night. On the one hand, at 75 minutes their set was shorter than I would have liked. On the other, the set was tight, included all the songs I wanted to hear, and had the audience (including me) completely bouncing. I definitely recommend seeing them if you get the chance. Destroyer, the warm up band I saw (we missed the first band while heading from the soccer game), was decidedly mediocre. I won't be in a hurry to check out any of their music.
One of the things about having stopped my newspaper is that I miss certain stories. When I happened to go to the Washington Post's editorial section today, I read about a problem that I thought was being addressed -- pension reform. Beyond joining my disgust with the Post's, I have nothing further to add.
Finished reading Gil's All Fright Diner last night, and didn't think much of it. I suppose I shouldn't have expected much -- I was looking for lighter fare, and that's what I got. Then again, I wasn't the one who referenced Christopher Moore on the book jacket -- Gil had a plot for a Moore book, but got bogged down in the telling. If anyone has suggestions for authors for Moore fans, speak up!
Despite the late night Saturday night, and my inability to get to sleep until after 4am this morning, I am in fact feeling better. Maybe the virus needs sleep more than I do.