My body aches in too many places to name, my voice is a painful croak, & my brain a total fog — yup, I am miserable. Dozing once in awhile, I am soothed when I awake & hear a favourite CD repeating – it cannot stop until I hit the button. Ah, I control one tiny thing.
But hey, I also control who I listen to — which CD will repeat for a few hours this time. I can go back to the 70s & hear the best music ever! Or I can let the fingers of Claude Debussey take me away on the piano.
Or I could listen to Country — Reba’s my favourite. I can let Sheryl Crow take me to her Tuesday Night Club or Julie Andrews take me to the mountains of Austria.
Whatever I listen to I get the same feeling — like visiting a comforting old friend.