Did you hear the smack on my forehead last night? I was still in a yucky frame of mind -- What, me smile? The library where I work part time is going through their annual budget pain, which directly effects my pocket. My investments are in a temporarily(?) downward spiral. Hurricane Katrina and its devistation is awful. The war in Iraq is awful. I'm overweight. My president and his cronies are awful. The best quote I heard recently was "God is just an imaginary friend for adults."
Then it occurred to me that I hadn't been for a swim in a couple of weeks - trying to take it easy on my shoulder during its recovery from surgery... doing all the therapy I could but not swimming. Well, to hell with that! I went for a swim this morning and it was wonderful. Swimming under the stars before the sun comes up is unbeatable. I'm sure a little ice on my shoulder will fix it right up.
Then I did some vacuuming and mopping with Dr. John in the head phones (in honor of New Orleans and its music). By the end of the cleaning chores I was dancing, singing, and happy again. "You've got to accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative, and don't mess with Mr. In-between." ... la-la-la.
So, my prescription for curing the blues is to get moving first thing in the morning and feed your body with endorphins and your soul with music.