Today I awoke on my own (without the alarm clock), pulled on my sweatshirt, and went outside and walked 2-1/2 miles. After breakfast and shower, I got to thinking about my dear late brother-in-law, Bob, who was fond of singing, "Oh, What A Beautiful Morning!" on some of the least likely days. Yesterday was his birthday; when he was alive, the four of us used to go out to dinner on the guys' birthdays.
So, perhaps in Bob's honor, I'm humming "OWABM!" today as I realize it really is a beautiful, crisp autumn day and there are all kinds of glorious possibilities for it.
I just took a break from "Good Morning Starshine" which is just about ready to be assembled, and now find that song going through my head. I never heard Bob sing it, but he prolly would have if he'd known it.