Dose Me Up

I am sitting here typing listening to the sound of Clint snoring. Isn't love grand!

The poor man has caught the lurgy I had last week and he is curled up on the sofa under two blankets. Meanwhile, I am still ripping CDs onto the laptop. I have a huge collection so it's going to take a while. I started a couple of days ago putting a dozen or so on at a time and I'm not even half way through the first case yet. I have discovered albums I forgot I had and a couple I thought I'd lost. I have also discovered that someone in this house (and it's not me) has a bad habit of putting CDs away in the wrong cases. It is one of my pet peeves, closely followed by not putting CDs and DVDs away in a case at all.

Off on a tangent, I have tickets to see Tom McRae in March. Tom is one of my favourite singer/songwriters and one of the few artists I have stayed loyal to over the years (I go off stuff easily). Anyway, Clint has agreed to come with me even though he hasn't listened to any his music. I don't want to go and be worried all evening about Clint enjoying himself. So I am playing a selection of Tom's songs whilst I sit here ripping, hoping that Clint will absorb it subliminally while he sleeps. I don't know if this sleep tape stuff actually works. I've heard him say "Dose me up" a couple of times but I think he's just talking about Beechams.