And I can't even begin to list the reasons why.
Some are private. Some are secret.
Some are routine and others exceptional.
Some are at the forefront of my consciousness.
Others gnaw away at me from subconscious realms.
People are sick.
People are dying.
In Burma. In China. In Iraq and Afghanistan.
In my home town. In yours.
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why.
1000 non-redeemable, non-transferable points to the first commenter to identify the lyric in the last line above by song and artist.
5000 non-redeemable, non-transferable points to the first commenter who can name the 70's art rock band who used to do a cover version of the song as an awesome encore.
I hope you have a restful long weekend.
I hope I do, too.