TGIF, my Christmas friends!
I took our son to the music store where he take guitar lessons last night. They were offering a class on "music therapy", but didn't explain exactly what it was.
It turned out to be a guy who plans to use music as therapy for people with autism, head injuries, Alzheimer's, etc. It's a good and noble plan, but his class entailed beating on bongos with your eyes closed, then discussing what you were feeling while you were playing.
:-o
Uh, I'm a dude. I was thinking about that chrome-plate alternator for the Camaro, and what I'll get to eat when we finally get out of here. I am not into getting in touch with my feelings, I was ready to get in touch with a Big Mac.
Parade in the morning!
I hope y'all have a great day! cheesy