I got a case of Cooders

I recorded a ton of Ry Cooder albums last night, to be transferred to CD once I’ve chopped them into tracks, while having a long (and encouraging, I think) discussion about a potential new relationship.  The discussion (and the email I wrote that preceded it) took long enough that I got five albums recorded to my hard disk; I’m only now beginning to do the processing today, because T wanted to set up this big-assed spreadsheet to keep track of 4A and 5A football scores across the state this season, part of being assistant sports editor for her high-school newspaper.