Songs in the head

I woke up kind of disgruntled this morning, and felt like maybe this was just going to be a disgruntled day. Then, while standing in the kitchen, taking my midlife fist full of vitamins, plus a swig of apple cider vinegar ( Viactiv is my dessert at night), I inexplicitly found myself singing -- from some recess in my mind -- "Rocka My Soul In The Bosom Of Abraham" -- and I sang it operatically and gospel-like and even did a little shuffle dance in my Uggs. And then, about 10 minutes later, "Feelin' Groovy" lyrics started, ending in "Life I love you, all is groooooovy." I thought about that unburdened optimism, and thanked my storehouse of memories (and the Universe) for the message. Am I the grooviest blogger you know, or what? Peace out.