I woke up this morning, on christmas day, and read the sad new about Mr. James Brown's passing away and had to go back to bed crying.
Not only did he mean a great deal to me, and to most people on this planet with a pulse, but it also reminded me what a disastrous years this truly has been in regards to wonderful people dying on us.
It's time to dress up and go see some relatives right now, but I just can't seem to get going. I'd rather hide in bed for the rest of the day as things are now.
Rest in peace Mr. Brown. You're now the hardest working saint in heaven.