I swear I haven't heard much of any music for the last 18 days. Well, at least not while I was at home. At 5am I'd turn on my TV, turn on the distributed audio system and have the Winter Olympics playing throughout my home. I'd finally shut it off at bedtime.
I really can't explain my passion for the Olympics that seems to grow as I get older, but a look at my Facebook feed says I wasn't alone. David Letterman's love for it is apparent as he brings on medal winner after medal winner returning home from the games. His enthusiasm is genuine.
So now we wait another two years for the summer games in Brazil. I really am tempted to start planning a vacation to attend. In fact, I think I'll start investigating.
I was sad watching the closing ceremonies last night. Full of melancholy as that magical, floating ship sailed across the stadium and the fat lady actually did sing. It was a beautful ending and a perfect signal to myself. Her voice told me to fear not, you have your music.
And so I'm back to playing the tunes. Music fills the air as I type this, following me from room to room and into the car as my day plays out. Filling me with joy.