Some extra time pressure at the job lately. Waiting to unwind. So tonight, while running an errand, I put in a ‘70s disco CD. Oh sure, we called it insipid music back then (and most of it was). Nevertheless, it served a purpose, and still can.
Admit it, some of the lyrics aren't THAT bad. Plus at night, no one can see you singing along at the top of your lungs, as you mess up the words. Who cares? Burn, baby, burn.