Tonight I'm singing the blues in dark, smoky jazz club. I will saunter across the stage as my voice reaches out to the lonely souls in the room. In between songs I'll toss back some whiskey--it adds to the sultry, huskiness of my voice--and tell stories of loss and longing. Then with a nod of my head, the band behind me will strike up the next song, and we will play late into the night.
Or, I could just do laundry.