Won’t you be my neighbor?

Current mood: amused

So, I've realized I'm a lot like Mr. Rogers.

I come home, take off my shoes, change into a comfy sweatshirt (okay, so it's not a cardigan sweater, but same idea). While I haven't any fish to feed, I do feed my dog. It's all very routine.
I don't however follow a trolley into a make-believe world in the next room where I talk with inanimate objects... except maybe that one night when the pilot light went out and the back burner was left on... nevermind, different story.

I suppose I should be thorough and learn the word to "Won't You Be My Neighbor" so I can sing my way into the front door each day.

"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day in the neighborhood..."

Ummm...yeah. That's pretty much all I got.