Many of you have noticed that this blog's most tireless heckler, my Number One Son, has been keeping a low profile for the past month or so. Don't worry, he's still as smart-mouthed as ever; it's just that work, school, and a cute blonde have been occupying most of his time lately.
He was hit by a car this afternoon while riding his bike in downtown Chicago, but tonight I'm thanking God that he was able to walk away with nothing more serious than a few scratches and bumps. I understand he put a pretty spectacular dent in a Mercedes (that's my boy--he gets hit by only the very best cars), but his bike seems to be okay.
He's on my mind tonight as I burn the candle (pictured below) that he gave me for Christmas. I'm slurping lukewarm cafe latte from a tall Starbucks cup and listening to the brand-new CD from Coldplay, the band he introduced me to last year. Can't tell you much about the CD because I haven't yet heard it all the way through. But so far there's nothing as zingy as "Yellow", and I'm already on track 10. I've heard at least three nice little tunes that sound like they were cloned from "Clocks", but I suppose that's okay. It's still good music to write romance novels by, especially around midnight when you're burning a rose-scented candle.
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone, and if you go for a bike ride, please be sure to wear your brain bucket!