So, for a few weeks I felt like I had a decent handle on this whole quarantine thing. Then, the last couple of days ,I unexpectedly felt like I'd been run over by a semi truck (that then backed up and ran over me again).
One of my go-to "feel good" things is singing the shit out of Broadway songs. This particular song struck me as especially relevant right now.
So, since I've been sequestered with my family for weeks and have lost all sense of normalcy and shame, I did a recording in case anyone else needs to hear it right now.
What you do is you remember this old thing you heard me say...
it's the storm, not you, that's bound to blow away.
("Hold On," from The Secret Garden)