I had opened my computer store at 8 AM. When I tried to log onto the internet, only noise and blank screen. When the net came back on line. It showed a news flash and film of the New York sky line, burning tower, one had already collapsed, all planes were being grounded. The Pentagon was attacked and my first thought was, the world as we know it has forever changed. All this before my first coffee.

So yes, the great roll of joy has stopped, for today. A day of melancholy, remembrance, sadness and anger. However time marches on, never forget, lessons have been learned. Ever vigilant, never again.

Tomorrow is a new day, take your first step forward with the rest of your life and the next roll of joy.

I doubt that many of you are old enough to even know about this, but one of the songs that my great-grandfather liked to listen to was "My Melancholy Baby", which was published in 1912.  It was first sung by William Frawley, whom some of you may remember as playing Fred Mertz from the "I Love Lucy" show,, but the version my great-grandfather enjoyed was sung by Ella Fitzgerald.  This song was sung by many other artists as well, including Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, Perry Como, and Barbara Streisand, to name a few names that you might recognize.  

I am melancholy because my internet is down hard and my IsP is clueless.

What a pleasant word to celebrate my psychiatrist maxing me out on my anti-depressant. The next step will be an increase in my mood stabilizer.

Besides, the gray gloomies have arrived in Western Washington state with rain forecasted for nearly every day into the near future. Who's the cracker who decided the acronym for Seasonal Affective Disorder would be SAD. I know, it's only a coincidence. Funny how it's always only a coincidence.