I picked up some packages, went to Gelson's and got two chicken enchiladas and two chicken tenders for the meal o' the day, came home, ate it all up, and then listened to two CDs of Michael Conway Baker that are every bit as beautiful and melodic as his ballet Washington Square. The guy speaks my musical language. We're e-mailing back and forth, and because one of the things I heard today seems to have only been a promotional CD I've asked if he wants us to put it out in better packaging.