Sadness is the back door to our hearts that we forget to lock.
OMG. I just wrote that sentence with a straight face. What is wrong with me?
Something maudlin has infected my brain. And apparently I’ve got lots of company. There is a music CD in my car audio system that has been playing continuously for the past three days, and it has put me in a sappy, happy mood.
I’ve become part of the fawning pop-music masses, a.k.a. the we-love-Adele cartel.
Oh, well.
