Well, it's been a strange week, but one that seems at least for now to have ended a bit less grimly than it began.
We have kept that wolf from the door one more time - but we know he's still prowling out there, hungry, and the winter could be hard.
We best light a fire with the coal we have, eh?
I'm afraid I've been a soft old Hector these last few days, flattened by some bug but working, worried about money and Mum, and only my faithful old musical friends Frank, Nat and Tom have fit my mood.
So this ain't no glitzy disco nor bassy funk (can I be excused?) ; but it is kinda Friday, if you think about it.
Leave the porch light on for me x
Tom Waits - 'I Can't Wait To Get Off Work (And See My Baby On Montgomery Avenue)' (1976)