I spent most of my weekend pretending I can play the ukulele competently and learned one of my absolute favorite songs ever. When my dad died, I listened to this song over and over again–and it took years to get through

Sometimes when you’re doin’ simple things around the house
Maybe you’ll think of me and smileĀ 
You know I’m tied to you like the buttons on your blouse

without bursting into tears. While learning this song I couldĀ still barely get through that part.

Fucking Warren Zevon, man.