I've survived

I have probably had the most restful night in five years. So peaceful. And I've woken up smiling and all jittery in the good kind of way. This is the reverse of intense sadness, it's called intense joy, not just happiness, but joy. Now I know why they sing joyful joyful. Although I still don't like it very much either. What I really like and what really is appropriate right now is I Will Survive. That is, Joe Demicoli's version. And that is just what's blaring out of my laptop right now. Because as is the norm right now, everything happening has to be linked to Demicoli. Better still, it's my brain which links it to him. And his I Will Survive gives me power, somehow. And that is something I haven't felt in a very long time. If only I could press pause on this feeling, I'd die a very happy woman. But I cannot do that, and as everything in life, feelings come and go. I just wish this feeling came more often and went less often. But I am not complaining. And in a funny sort of way I too can hear the angels totally out of tune. But that's ok. Because that's what they are employed to do. At least in Malta. And they're not white angels, they don't have wings either. Now their God is dead. What happens now? I can think of a million things, but right now I'm too happy to be wasting time on all the out-of-tune angels. Because I've survived to tell the tale. And I'm none the worse for it either.