This is truly a sad day, the weather seems to agree. The passing of Micheal Jackson, and Farrah Fawcett, two great icons of my younger days, affirm (yet again) that I am getting older, and the distance to the grave is getting shorter.
Non, the DJ on Lite & Easy played Micheal Jackson's songs back to back while I drove to work, and I bawled like a child in tantrums. After lunch, I started to feel a vein in my head throb, signalling a looming migraine, so I cancelled all my afternoon appointments.
A quiet afternoon alone hopefully will revive me. I am mourning.
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