This podcast is late, and for that we are very sorry. But don't worry, keep your chin up and press forward, one foot in front of the other on your journey through this little thing called life. We can't begin to express how much your mother and I love you. I remember when you were just a twinkle in our eyes, a hint of sound flowing in the wind, then into the ovaries, and finally right out of the womb. You are our special little gift, and I yearn to kiss the ground after you have walked upon it. Hold still while I adjust the buttons on your winter parka. No one wants you to perish in this hostile terrain.

This week's album review: "Policy" by Will Butler

Next week's album review: "The Dreaming" by Kate Bush