We need to be careful. It has been this way for many months, but as America grapples with the unendingness of our pandemic experience, staying careful is just hard. We want to break simple rules, because it used to feel good to break rules. It used to be fun. Even the most naturally careful among us are tired. I didn't really like writing this, but as we stare down the barrel of our latest wave, this stuff is on my mind. As I think about the thousands of revelers with whom I celebrated the election results, I ponder gestation periods, and I feel scared when I need to clear my throat. This is how we must live for a while.
On a more exciting note, I hope you'll return next week as Mount Everest celebrates 10 years (TEN YEARS!!!) of making up a new song every single week. Holy smokes ... .... ........
lyrics
Walking in hallways
And looking ahead at walls
Shaking the hand of a stranger
Don't seem strange
Letting your guard down
The feeling runs away
Letting your guard down
The moment bit by flames
Anyway
All of the quiet mistakes that you make
Could add up today
How do you know when the sun
Breaks across your eyes
How do you plan for a moment
That might not come
When do you call your reflection
The only one
When do you wear all your thoughts
In the light of the sun
Anyway
All of the quiet mistakes that you make
Could add up today