Good morning, Mary. In trying to relate to “the moment”, I’m thinking …
(1) you hope the next song I write is an instrumental,
(2) you’re applauding the staccato tongue of my satire,
(3) you’re challenging me to write original lyrics to Bugler’s Holiday, or
(4) our minds have converged to a state of weirdness where any stimulus inspires a jump-shift to a parallel universe.