Streak of blue

I was blue yesterday.  Still am a bit today, but it is fading.

It's better than it used to be.  I don't turn into myself as much as I used to.  I do turn to the arts, to my loved ones and to food.

I watched The Lovely Bones yesterday in two sittings.  I got sucked into it, which was unexpected...and a small pleasure in its own right.  (I have read the book and knew what I was getting into.)  But, in the end, it put me right where I should have known it would.  In a tight, dark, sad mental space.

Thankfully, I had a Louis CK disc from Netflix waiting in the wings.  It was a performance with its own pockets of darkness, but there was also plenty of laughter.

I slept like the dead after tossing and turning the night before.

Then this morning, there was this:



Thank you, Shannon, this really gave me a lift.

Hope you get an unexpected lift today.  Peace and love.