It's cold here in Chicagoland. In fact, the last time I checked, it was snowing. Perhaps Father Winter has forgotten that April is a mere week away? Seriously, now. Someone needs to please go remind him. At this point, his stay here in the midwest has passed ridiculousness and driven straight into pure madness.
I will be the first to admit: it's hard not to feel a little down. Somber might be a more adequate descriptor of my mood this morning. I am trying not to mope around the office. Trying really hard, guys. Really hard. But.I.just.can't.help.it.
Do you blame me?*
All this to say: some songs are just not cutting it. For example: this song is great. But it makes me think of sunshine, and summer, and rainbows, and butterflies. And that, my friends, leaves me a bit cranky.
Consequently, my original thoughts for this second m-cubed post have flown out the window** I am going to save it for another day. Perhaps one filled with sunshine and warmth. Because, at that point, you will probably need a soundtrack to accompany your happy dance. And trust me. I will have some songs for you.
But because the weather refuses to cooperate, I am modifying my song choices. So. Without further ado: a few somber songs to go along with winter's worn out welcome. Call them lugubrious, if you will. Ok. No. Not really. These songs have actually been helping me this morning. I hope they do the same for you... And don't worry. I do believe there is hope in this grey, gloomy world! I just really liked that word.
*It's ok if you do... just know that we probably can't be friends during the months of November, December, January, Frebruary, March, and also some of April. If you are ok with that, then judge away.
** Along with all of the birds that have apparently flown back south... because they were smart enough to realize that the midwest is bonkers.
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