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Wishful thinking

Freezing rain—that was the forecast for yesterday. And today. And tomorrow.
I need to go buy one of those lamps that simulates sunlight, so I won't find myself in the midst of a Seasonal Affective Disorder episode. In lieu of the lamp, here's my attempt at brightening everyone's world. Just a little.

"Sunshine Day" by the Brady Kids

I think I'll go for a walk outside now,
The summer sun's calling my name, I hear it now.
I just can't stay inside all day,
I've got to get out, gimme some of those rays.

Everybody's smiling (sunshine day),
Everybody's laughing (sunshine day),
Everybody seems so happy today in the sunshine day.

Oooh. Can't you dig the sunshine?
Feel the sun and the rays.
Can't you hear it calling your name?

Nothing like bad '70s TV to make you feel all better.

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