A week ago I wrote what I had said in church that day:  "No man is an island.  No man stands alone.  Each man's joy is joy to me, each man's grief is my own."  That is my joy right now.  We talked to Shelli earlier today and I just looked at mom's Facebook where she posted a comment.  It warms my soul.  I know that Shelli's feelings are overwhelming and I would have to say that if I let it, mine are too.  It helps balance out the pain that is mine sometimes too when I see hurt in other's lives. Many I'm not the curmudgeon that I pretend to be. It adds to what I consider a pretty good day:  a little work, a lot of serious thinking and some time off and away from life and some hard exercise of the old emotion muscle.  My today has had all of that.  Sheila and I watched "The Blind Side" this afternoon.  I enjoyed it so much that once I thought of where I was and for a moment I couldn't remember.  I did figure it out, but not knowing seemed quite a delicious moment, one that I hardly ever remember happening to me before.  I am learning to be able to take life as it comes.  I can't change much of it, but I am in control of how I receive it.  Oh yeah, today I listed to the opera Carman.  There was actually some of it that was familiar to me.  There seems to be something to this classical music.  Its as if it occupies both the left side and the right side of my brain.  Or that's what Michael Ballam said in a program on opera that I listened to this morning.  (And yes, that is the right spelling, I just googled him.) I am listening to classical music right now too.  But all good things must come to an end.  I hope to spend as much time as it takes for the ritual ending of my day and it's already 9:18 p.m.  Good Night...