There's no denying it. The last few days have been pretty tortuous. One simply never believes that something held so dear, can no longer be there, leading to a state of despair. So, the search begins...Yes, I ran out of coffee (what?!?) I was bloody certain I had a wee sneaky bag of beans in the back of the java drawer. However, a new day dawned & my trusted delivery chap has replenished my stock. The world seems somehow brighter, urging me to follow the light & take to the Jamwaves once more. Further, my flagging ego received a much needed boost, when a Jam-mail lurched into my burgeoning Inbox. It read, "For the love of God, just go away." Ha! I'm not that easily fooled. Reading between the lines, I was drawn to the inexorable conclusion that the sender really meant, "Jam On Maestro. You are truly beyond repair...er, compare'" Delusional? Moi? I very much think not. Anyhoo, for all those who continue to tolerate my moods & general borderline insanity, can I buy you a cup? Oh go on...   120

21schizoid 13 Aug 2015