The Blues

I was a little down in the dumps yesterday. Things were going south at work and at home, I had been struggling with a Christmas column for this coming Sunday's paper.

I went to bed early last night and lie awake stewing things over in my mind. This morning when I got up, things were no better.

I'm normally as chipper as a mockingbird at first light, but this morning I felt a little gloomy. I must have cast a pall over Jilda as well because she seemed a little down too.

She asked me what I was going to write about in my column Sunday. I told her I didn't have a clue. The creative problem solver kicked in and she came up with a killer idea. That was all it took for me to snap out of my malaise, and I immediately felt better.

Tonight when I sat down, I kicked out 500 words before you could say Merry Christmas. I have a smile on my face even now as I type.

The blues don't hang out where they aren't wanted.