I was walking my dog tonight, and I suddenly realized that I could hear a strange sound.  Singing.  Me.  Aloud.  Right there on the street. 

Although I do not wish for anyone to be unhappy because of the performance, or lack thereof, of a sports team, could it be that I was singing–because the Yankees lost?  Well, yes.  In fact, all things being equal, I must confess that the night air also rang with my merry peals of laughter.

What, you may ask, was I singing?  My Favorite Things.  Kind of goes without saying, don’t you think?

I continued to sing–literally–for several hours, whilst doing long overdue chores.  Mostly Rodgers & Hammerstein, as is my wont, on the rare occasions when I overcome my own coolness and embrace spontaneity.  I sang this and this, and even this.  It was appalling.  But, I am still wide-awake, so may go for this next, or else try to find my copy of the book upon which the musical is based.  Or maybe, I’ll just laugh, and laugh, and laugh.

However, I like Joe Torre.  I hope Mr. Steinbrenner doesn’t over-react.

Rudy is probably pretty grumpy tonight.  (I’m sorry, though–I’m still not buying this.  I’m just not.)  However, Rudy should be happy, because–for no clear reason–he continues to be the front-runner for the Republican nomination.  This is very good news for the Democrats, because I actually think the only serious GOP threat is this guy, despite the fact that I’m not sure he’s even polling in the single digits.  I despise almost every single one of his positions, but you know, it’s awfully hard not to like the man.  Fortunately, the Republican Party has not caught on to this simple reality yet. 

And, in other old news, Joe Biden is absolutely terrible at campaigning, and therefore, unelectable, but he might a pretty good President.  Too bad.

I have a sinking feeling that I may spend what remains of the evening singing this.  Well, there are worse ways to spend one’s free time.