I'm sad about Peter Tork. I saw him a couple of years ago with Mike and Mickey at the Pantages. I went to the concert with an amazingly gentle soul who was kind enough to plan a really nice evening for us. I was unwell that night and never really got the chance to properly say thank you. While Peter's voice was different than what I was used to or what I expected, it was a thrill hearing him perform again. I am grateful to have been able to go to that show.

If he's reading this, I want to say a heartfelt thank you to my companion that night. I thought about you when I heard the news and my cold, cold heart hurt.


The dreary weather seems appropriate.

I need a little comedy to snap me out of this. Either that or some NyQuil. Being sick AND sad is no good. A Dead Authors podcast should help.