Having a glass of red wine (a very passable Chilean red). Got the baseball game over and the studying done, and house is quiet. Having one of my periodic attacks of temporary melancholia. (Election News ? Mondays ? I haven't a clue why.) For some reason, that old Don McLean song Vincent (Starry Starry Night) keeps playing in my head, and I keep wishing I had the album. (But this too, shall pass).
Suppose I should complete the mood by going to one of my art websites and looking at Van Gogh stuff for awhile. If that can't start a good downer jag NOTHING will.
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