palace of winds

I discovered just before break that the computer in the WRC (where I do my scholarship hours) has a speaker that works. So now I’m listening to Kathy’s new album, which is infinitely preferable to doing work. Though it’s also made slightly strange by Annabelle the Sheep, who I’ve discovered is one of Real Player’s visualizations.

And she’s just gotten a disco ball in her pasture. Earlier she had a spotlight and backup singers. So I’m currently caught in a very odd mix of hilarity over the head-bopping hopping sheep and the calm, centered happy that Kathy’s music makes me.