(Long day redux. At least it was a quiet evening with My Sweetie and B.)

I heard Mary Chapin Carpenter singing Lucinda Williams’ song this morning:

Is it too much to ask?
I want a comfortable bed that won’t hurt my back
Food to fill me up
And warm clothes and all that stuff
Shouldn’t I have this?
Shouldn’t I have this?
Shouldn’t I have all of this, and

Passionate kisses
Passionate kisses, whoa-oh-oh
Passionate kisses from you?

Is it too much to demand
I want a full house and a rock-‘n’-roll band
Pens that won’t run out of ink
And cool quiet and time to think
Shouldn’t I have this?
Shouldn’t I have this?
Shouldn’t I have all of this, and

Passionate kisses
Passionate kisses, whoa-oh-oh
Passionate kisses from you?

Do I want too much?
Am I going overboard to want that touch?
I shout it out to the night
Give me what I deserve ’cause it’s my right
Shouldn’t I have this? (shouldn’t I?)
Shouldn’t I have this? (shouldn’t I?)
Shouldn’t I have all of this, and

Passionate kisses
Passionate kisses, whoa-oh-oh
Passionate kisses from you?

(Off to the comfortable bed-!)