I have been setting up my new computer, listening to Tom Petty’s The Best of Everything, The Definitive Career Spanning Hits Collection 1976 – 2016 and watching and listening to the storms. Storms make me happy. Even when they are violent, they make me feel peaceful. It’s as though the rain is washing away all the negative things from inside and outside of me. The storms have dissipated for now but there are more out west that seem to be heading this way so this evening could be exciting. But, I do love watching lightning when it’s dark outside. The computer setup was uneventful even though I couldn’t do exactly what I had planned to do. 1 thing that I truly love about this computer is that the camera actually slides in and out of the top of the computer so that when you’re not using it, you can just push it back down and not have to worry about someone sneaking onto the camera uninvited. Oh, now the music has changed…Toad the Wet Sprocket. They are 1 of my favorite ’80s – ’90s bands. Their album Dulcinea was my favorite album for the longest time. Something’s Always Wrong is from that album and it is such a deep song…especially if you listen and read the lyrics at the same time to see the “spaces in between”. Music is such a huge part of my life. My dad was and my brother is so extremely instrumentally and vocally talented. I did not receive the instrumental gene but did get the vocal gene, however, I did a lot of damage to my vocal abilities in my 20s. I sang in local bands and did a little studio backup singing when my brother was working as a sound engineer. Because of my introversion, in order to be able to really belt out a song onstage, I had to be, let’s just say, drunk on my ass. I belted so hard and so often while so drunk, that I damaged my vocal cords and, instead of following my doctor’s orders to rest and take care of them, I just kept belting out the tunes because I had more loyalty to the bands than to my own wellbeing. I usually sang alto but could hit the high notes when necessary. That is no longer true. I do okay as long as I stick to the lower registers. I was young, stupid, and didn’t know any better. About the only time I sing when others are around is when I’ve had a bit too much tequila, which doesn’t happen that often. But I’ve been singing today here in my Magical Writing Haven while setting up the computer and listening to the wind, rain, and thunder. It was a great accompaniment but I’m a little hoarse now. That happens more often as I get older. Changes. I’ll end this on that note.