Clutching The Short Straw

Wow!  What a difficult morning, Day #4.  So terrible that all this would happen at the beginning of my favorite time of the year, when I can walk out in the morning and feel the temperature in the 40's or 50's and feel the cool breeze and watch all the trees in the wind.  I always long for home more in the fall.  The feel of the cool air on my skin always makes me yearn for home.  I really need to stop calling it "home".  Then the leaves begin to fall and the air smells wonderful.  I decided to torture myself with Marillion's "Clutching At Straws" this morning.  Not sure if I can make it through it.  It's such a beautiful, yet painful and sad, album. I remember when I first got it as a cassette in 1987 and was immediately mesmerized by it.  It's always been on my list of Top Ten Albums To Take To Exile on a Deserted Island.  I don't know if I can make it through it.