Well, another week disappeared into clouds of market volatility and news that would peel the paint off your bathroom walls. It's dark outside and in, but then again it's still early; early for some things yet impossibly later for others.

My mom continued to improve this week, which is the one bright spot in an otherwise dismal picture. After two weeks of wall to Wall Street stress, and grief about my mom's stroke, I booked an appointment with my doctor to see if he could tell me why I felt dizzy and why my legs felt like the blood in them was not returning to my heart. He felt that the dizziness may be caffeine related or perhaps a virus, and the feeling in my legs just a pinched nerve; nothing to worry about.

Things are looking up...even if they are a bit blurred and wobbly.

Yesterday I finally got back into the studio to sing and to reconnect to what I was doing "before."

The voice is like any muscle, if you don't use it, you lose it, so in an effort to ward any further vocal decline, (God only knows why) I sang for a couple of hours to see where things were at. It felt good, better than I thought it would, and by singing, I was able to rid myself of some of the sadness I had not fully expressed during the past few weeks. I also sang some joyful songs which helped me to see that things are not going to remain bleak forever. Everything passes; every thing.

Yet sometimes, what doesn't kill us...makes us wonder what will.

Until then, a new day begins...