"Blue canary in the outlet by the lightswitch, who watches over you?" This is a line from a nifty little song by They Might Be Giants.
Last night I had a rough time after reading two articles about autism that just destroyed me for a while. I was still a little loopy from it all today.
And now Sirius (God, I love satellite radio) is playing this song. Mark and I used to sing this to each other when we were dating in that dorky "Oh why not sing a silly song, we're young in love" kind of way back in 1990. Mark is my Blue Canary in the outlet. (Get your mind out of the gutter please.) He watches over me. And his girls. We watch over him. And now, just hearing the song makes me feel cheery and much better.
"Not to put too fine a point on it. Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet. Make a little birdhouse in your soul."