Saturday afternoon jam

Today marks the 20th anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death. It seems as though anyone who ever cared about Nirvana has already written about what that meant--for the era, for the music, for anything and everything.

Rainy day. We ran boring errands and then got lunch and went record/book-shopping.

In the car we listened to the new Dean Wareham record on a loop. This song came on twice.

Then we came home and napped with cats as the rain continued to come down. It was all perfect:

This must be the first Saturday in at least two months that my day has not been swamped with some sort of obligation, work-related or otherwise. I mean, don't get me wrong I've done a little bit of work (for school) but mostly this has been a very Saturday kind of Saturday: Lazy and unproductive.