Sing in the Choir

So how much do I not want to work this afternoon? Enough to make a post to the Island? You bet.

Apologies to Carly and her magnificent voice, but we can all sing in a choir. It might not be in a church, with people who can actually sing. And our voices may not rise above the rest, but when we're sad, or happy, or somewhere in between, we're all silently singing with a choir as we go through our day.

Oh sure, only we can hear it, but it's there. I'm on the fence about whether its a good thing or not, but I'm leaning toward good.

So raise your spiritual voices and sing your silent song and know that there are thousands of other people doing the same, right along with you. Sometimes, let the sound pass by your lips and harmonize out loud. It helps, or at least it helps me.

If it doesn't help you, check your levels and feedback - maybe you're configured differently.

In other news, and back from abstract thoughts, I wanted to write a Haiku about my dog. She is the 46th greatest dog in the history of dogs (as near as I can figure, falling somewhere between the dog from Punky Brewster and Triumph the Insult Comic Dog).

Threatened little Pooch
Rescued by two crazy nuts
Filling hearts with love

Yeah I know its bad.

Not as bad as these

Tailer Park Lil' Doggie
Always full of pee and poop
Chasing all our cats

Homeless Free Pet Dog
Eating all our furniture
Nothing is ever free

Was that you small friend?
The smell of dog farts surrounds
Love you, but that stinks

Socks and Shoes and Wood
You chew it all to pieces
And then you kiss me

I have more, but you are all probably sick of my poetry at this moment. Excuse me, my choir is calling...