The following prose is from the liner notes of David Byrne's most recent CD Grown Backwards and seemed to match my mood perfectly:
Sometimes it seems as if things , like writing a group of songs or getting groceries, are dealt with more or less on a day-to-day basis, as they come up, each reacted to only at the time as they demand to be, and that there is no plan or direction or overall consideration of where things are leading.
But of course that's not true---there are little decisions made every minute, and the cumulative effect is to define what later appears to be a conscious plan, with an emotional center and compass.
During all this time there was love, anger, sadness and frustration. There were two wars, one out of revenge and the second to consolidate oil interests. Along with many others, I did my best to stop the second one, but it seemed inevitable and the misdirected legacy of a nation still reeling.
During all this time, I dreamt.
Happy August 1st------I just had to take a break from COPS.