Slumdog came on cable tonight. For free. In the living room. 5 minutes in. It becomes clear that it is still too soon. Floods of memories. Too much.
So instead, apparently, as some sort of penance, in my own Caroland economy, I have now listened to Tracy Chapman's "Fast Car" with my husband's very best state of the art headphones, the ones he uses for playing drums in a real live band, going on 31 times in a row. 32. First world suffering. That is one sad song. Relatively. 33.