Whining deleted.

There's nothing to feel good about me, but thanks for the thought.

I had flu-like symptoms for about a week. That should have detoxed me, but I still ain't right. The dog and I are in detention 'cos the boss needs to watch the debates (on recorded TV). I started reading a master zoning plan. The city is once again trying to come up with a "community" vision for a place where 70 percent of the people have signed a petition opposing that vision. I was trying to get out of reading the plan. By page 18 of 104 I was totally berserk, so I pulled up Newton's Principia just for some sanity. It helped, because I soon remembered a melody I had wanted to peck out on the virtual keyboard - can't haul the big thing to work and can't play it while the roommate's sleeping, so I just get to peck with the cursor these days. That led to me remembering a Moodies song that sounded as if it were in one key on one tape and another on another. I figured the computer wouldn't stretch bits and bytes, would it? So, I pulled up Sur la Mer on YouTube. Deep sent me back to Clarkston, in an era when I was crazy and free and there was nothing better to do with my time than get paid to seek truth and righteousness in a very beautiful place. I pulled up "Foolish Love" and that reminded me of that magical summer when I miraculously scored 15 seats in the first three rows for Moodies concerts and another in the fourth row, dead center. I remembered the crazy things that happened in Chicago that should have convinced any idiot over and over that God lives. I'm crying now, and maybe the ice in my heart will melt.