I have a song in my heart but I have a cold in my head. I feel fizzy. Work is a little dull today nbut even that hasn't gotten me down. I have been dreaming about every possibility that could spin out of sentences I type. I think about how wonderful it is to be alive and be able to do all of this. Free, free, free I am free. Who cares if my immune system is grappling with the cold virus. That the room I sit in tiny and the carpet smells like cabbages. There are writers out there who make me cry. Skies so open that we actually can fly through. A universe with billions of planets. Ah Good writing, good music and a good game can really help ones mood, huh?