cul's comfy corner

i'm in a very odd mood this evening.  i can't quite explain it, but i'm feeling odd*

i guess it's relief mixed with a little disbelief that my life can get back to being mine again.  it's left me feeling out of sorts, not quite sure of what to do this evening but knowing that i'm not quite ready to leap back into work.  mom's ok, she's making a good recovery from her strokes and her newly-discovered shingles.  dad's got the all clear.  my divorce is coming along nicely.  things are on the up.

watching tv this evening for an hour left me shedding a tear or two - damn my fragile emotions. 

after seeing dirty dancing last weekend with my sisters i find myself humming/singing solomon burke's "cry to me" over and over.  the piscean in me is imagining myself in that song as i sing the lyrics.  i promise that there's only a tiny bit of me that imagines a young patrick swayze is with me...

 am i the only one who still listens to lyrics and finds they mean something or am i desperately clinging to my teenage years when that was acceptable?

* ok, more odd than usual