predictable

Felt my first tinge of homesickness yesterday in a Starbucks, of all places. Tom Waits' "Ol' 55" was playing - the first track from "Closing Time," an album I've worn out at several different points in my life, but especially a few weeks ago, during my last few days in Nashville.

Luckily, this pup was there to take my mind off things. Dogs allowed in coffee shops? I'm officially into you, Europe.