I used to get in a funk every other day. Now I’m down to once a week or so. Be kind to yourself, these are weird times.
I'm not always sure what drags me into a funk, but this time it was triggered by the death of John Prine on Tuesday. The news came after a day of story after story of the ineptitude of the current administration. It just all seemed senseless and avoidable. So, I woke up on Wednesday in a very dark mood, and I've decided that when that happens, I'm just going to do whatever I think is going to make me feel better. And yesterday, that was losing myself in my book.
I'm on the once a week schedule, too. It seems like a healthy schedule, considering.
I was listening to a bunch of John Prine since I got the news, and one really fine piece I found was his Tiny Desk Concert
(I do have to say, he was looking like the kind of guy who would have a tough time of it with this disease.)
Here is a picture from when John Prine played that Tiny Desk. He was great.
And here's a beautiful tribute from another amazing artist.https://www.nytimes.com/2020/04/09/opinion/john-pr...
His songwriting will go on forever!!