It’s Sunday.

Weather is outstanding.

Kids are gone.

Oldies are gone.

I feel a Floyd moment coming on.

Hehe.

I think Shari can hear it already…

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re sayin’.

Lyrics to “Comfortably Numb” shamelessly lifted from at least 15 different sites.

Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!