Prog Rock

Doing my workout on the mountain bike today, I'm told I might have heard protests where the rocky part of the trail climbs up near the road. The noise is from a group with that California lady (Sheehan, I think) camped down there looking for answers.

However, I heard nothing. My iPod was cranking an advance copy of the new Stones album. Yes, new. Rolling Stones, yeah!

Kept replaying my favorite -- called "Sweetknee-O-Con" (I think he's a freed slave singing) -- over and over.

Iraq thought today is ... progress. Got a progress report tomorrow. Iraq's tomorrow is intrinsicly linked with my tomorrow. I expect progress.