Here's the thing. . .

last night I decided that I needed to go through all of my CDs and pare them down a bit. It's hard for me to part with music and books. I think it's the whole idea that I might, one day, be in the mood for a little Bill Withers or a good Mark Twain read. You just never know when that temperment might hit you. I can tell you, however, that I haven't had a Bill Withers mood or even a twinge of Mark Twain desire in quite some time. But you never know.

So, last night, before a meeting (which is important to note because that gave me a timeline to work with and kept the CD review from dragging out over the entire evening or for days on end) I sat in the middle of the floor in our den (can't call it a family room, as we don't have a family) and went through box after box of CDs. (They are still in boxes, mind you, because our behemoth sized CD bookcase won't fit down the &^%$# stairs.)

I couldn't part with ABBA's Golden Hits or that Del Amitri CD that took me back to a special place in time or that Justin Timberlake CD that makes me dance in the car. I also uncovered some gems I had forgotten about, including Jackson Browne's Greatest Hits. I listened to this all the way to work this morning.