It’s like magic when this happens. (And it doesn’t happen often.)

I’m sitting in the little-used den. I’m cuddled up under the quilt my mom made for me. I’m sobbing with overwhelm.

Then I think about what it would take to feel “back in order.” (Or at least “on the mend.”)

A-ha! Mental health break it is.

So, I’m off. I’m fixing a hole. It’s an important one. Sorry ’bout all the cancelling I’m doing to fix this. Not optional. See y’all on the other side (in a week or so).

I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
where it will go
I’m filling the cracks that ran though the door
and kept my mind from wandering
where it will go

I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
where it will go
where it will go
I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
where it will go

©1967 Lennon/McCartney
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