The Realization

That moment when you're sitting in your darkened music room at 3:00am, listening to the jazz radio station, enjoying the evening before a rare Saturday off from work though mildly irritated by forcibly springing forward and losing an hour this weekend, and then have the sudden realization wash over you that .....

..... Heyyyyy!! Didn't I used to have a framed and autographed David Lindley photograph on that wall below the framed Radiohead print?

Or did I just imagine that? 

A quick search and sure enough, there it was, on its side on the floor, in the corner I never look in, partially obscured by a folding closet door, apparently taken down .... or more likely knocked down, by these guys replacing the siding on my townhouse, and boarding over my window with an ugly eyesore combination of plywood and two-by-fours which supposedly eventually is to be replaced with a new window (but hasn't happened yet) and which at the time they needed inside access to do.

On the plus side of things, they are just about done with the new paint job outside, and I can have my driveway back and I also like how the dark gray looks. I'm almost feeling like being social and inviting someone over.