Van Morrison is stalking me

Monday I was having a relatively crappy day (the new semester has been a crazy combination of fun and hectic and frustrating and infuriating--this was one of the frustrated days). I went to the Potbelly sandwich place on Wabash to drown my sorrows in a pizza on wheat (no pepperoni) and read my book (My Friend Leonard by James Frey, which didn't suck, despite the Oprah debacle). Potbellys tend to have live music performed by nondescript musicians perched on these loftlike structures above the booths. I wasn't paying much attention to the one there until I heard a familiar phrase--he was playing "Into the Mystic." Odd how much a song that I rarely hear has come up lately. It always makes my day.