It's a cool 102 degrees today.

I am afraid for all of the older loved ones I have. This heat is quite literally murderous.

I have the strange habit of re-writing favorite songs in my head. Although I know the words perfectly well, I jostle them around, meld them with other songs, or substitute completely new ones. There is a revolving door of songs in my head that I tread through on a regular basis and have for years.

Things Apparently Necessary for Me to Become Addicted to a Song

an overwhelming sense of melacholy or love lost (see: Wicked Game, Is it a Crime [Sade], No Ordinary Love [Sade], Lilac Wine [Nina Simone], Dream Brother, The Crystal Ship, Pouring Some Glory, I've Been Loving You Too Long, If I Don't Have You)
the rolling stones
a few moments alone in which to sing (and mangle) said song(s) out loud