You know, some days it’s just weird having a blog and a book about happiness when…I’m not happy. We’re working on a CD called Excavation in Urban Fiction; mining our old emotional baggage and finding that sorrow is an ironic muse. So, of course in “excavation” some of this old stuff, it’s rich, it’s interesting…but not necessarily happy. – When we win the grammy for it, I reserve the right to change my mind! Anyway, I digress from the blog title. Awhile back, a close friend