I woke up at 6:05 am this morning. I could hear a steady flow of cold November rain. I didn’t need to open the curtains to know that the sky was as grey as a pair of old school socks. Dreary mornings usually cause me to grind my way through a few Negro Spirituals or at least sway along to Old Man River … but this morning I was happy. I almost sung “Save all your kisses for me” but it is fairly easy to get sectioned these days so I kept it to myself. I had no idea why I woke up feeling this way but I liked it. …read more