The mean reds

Holly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?

Paul: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?

Holly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

Paul: Sure.

Holly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!

Last night while nursing a case of the mean reds, my legs in the hubbs lap, talking about life, a sad playlist on the ipod*, Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell came on and I said, "I love this song." To my great surprise the hubbs replied, "I love this song too." And I thought that my ability to sing Joni Mitchell's Hits album from start to finish without even pressing play had started to rub off and then he added, "remember when she sang it at the Olympics? Oh wait, you'd gone to bed." (True story but we did look it up on youtube the next day)

And I decided that it didn't matter. A win for Joni is a win for me.

*the sad playlist is still playing as I'm packing for a camping trip with our friends, looking out the window at the rain dumping down (Let's hope it's dryer in the desert) and preparing for Birthday Week (Monday is my birthday and I haven't decided how the whole week is going to pan out but I can tell you that it's going to be good).