The Flu

I’m sick in bed with the flu. It’s rather humbling how the small things that don’t go our way, such as the flu, are quick to alter one’s mood. I’m no saint, that’s for sure, and the flu ably points that out. Anyway, in a bid to steer clear of grumpiness, I’m sifting through old music files of my songs. I’ve found a couple that I’ll put up on this site. Listening to them, though, reminds me of what a unique gift creativity is, regardless of whether we’re designing a house, or painting a picture, or even writing songs and baking pies. You don’t see a lot of Dachshunds writing poetry, do you? No. They just want their tummy scratched, a pool of sun to snooze in, and a good meal.