They say you don't really know how sick you are until you begin to get better. Music sounds sweeter to me than it has since I was a kid. I keep thinking that I'm hearing the best things I've ever heard. I am! The colors are vivid and bright. My eyes and my heart seem to be open wider than I knew was possible.
Oh, sad is sad. The news on television reminds me of war and greed and hate. Sometimes loneliness holds me by the throat and tries to take control. There are folks that I miss. Regrets? Yeah.
It's all just a part of this magnificent quilt, though. I've said it before, you're lucky when you know you're lucky. Try your best to squander your love. See if you can use it up. Ha!