Just goofy stuff

First... I'm ill. Not bad ill. Just woke up with the same crud that everybody else has I think. Just that tickle in my throat and sinusy stuff. Tells me that the pine trees are blooming somewhere up north. Good thing, I'm a quick healer, and already sweating to break the fever. It's just life, after all.

Second, I love this quirky lil TV series, SCRUBS. Today they had one that featured a patient who had a massive tumor on their temporal lobe and every time she heard someone talking, it was in song. The entire show, except the last 3 minutes was done pretty much as a musical. It was absolutely delightful!

Third... I think my muse is broke. I can't seem to write any bit of story at all. I'm sure it's probably just a mix of not feeling well (for a month??) and other crap in my life. I'm sure it will pass. But like the man with the broken hand asked the doctor, "Doc, will I ever be able to play the piano again?" I kinda wonder if that cohesive goofiness that runs through the story telling part of my mind has dried up to be a lakebed of mucky cracks. Naw.... sure it'll come back. I'm sure of it.

Musica Interruptus

If I was a musician, I say "This is for a friend of mine, much loved. It's a tune that has been brewing in my head and heart for a while now. It may not be perfect, but, well... here it is."
( Musica Interruptus )