But I really feel more like Bob Geldof

After nine (count 'em) NINE consecutive gray days of rain, sleet and ice, the sun came out. I mean to say--it burst into the morning and did a snoopy dance with my heart all day.

That was a day when the wind was just just right.

But what about days like today? I know the Rumi poem is meant to remind us that everyday is such a day. But it's hard to be excited about another gray Monday--the first of another eight more to come?

Good day to mainline music, aroma, touch. I guess I'll try that.

Here's something from the happiest band in the world:

Hope has come, you are safe
And it makes me cry
Because I'm on my way
On my way
On my way
Hey, it's the sun, and it makes me shine
Hey, it's the sun, and it makes me shine
Hey, it's the sun, and it makes me shine
Hey, now, it's the sun, and it makes me shine

Sun
Soon, you'll be okay
Sun
Soon, you'll be okay
And it makes me smile
Because I'm on my way

Hey, it's the sun, and it makes me shine
Hey, it's the sun, and it makes me shine
Hey, it's the sun, and it makes me shine
Hey, now, it's the sun, and it makes me smile
All around
Hey, now, it's the sun, and it makes me smile
All around, all around