February 28/13

If you're not an ABBA fan, skip this one.

I'm in a strange mood today.  Like there's something, some kind of fact or truth that I need to accept and come to terms with...but I'm only getting a glimpse of the problem, and so I can't really say what that fact or truth is, to be honest.

And to confuse things further, it's like I've prepared myself to accept it.

So when iTunes shuffled on to When All is Said and Done by ABBA a few moments ago, it was sort of that click...yes.  Whatever this is, or will turn out to be...I'm well-armed to deal with it, thanks to a pop-disco ballad from 1982...how deliciously mainstream:

Here's to us one more toast and then we'll pay the bill
Deep inside both of us can feel the autumn chill
Birds of passage, you and me
We fly instinctively
When the summer's over and the dark clouds hide the sun
Neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done

In our lives we have walked some strange and lonely treks
Slightly worn but dignified and not too old for sex
We're still striving for the sky
No taste for humble pie
Thanks for all your generous love and thanks for all the fun
Neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done

It's so strange when you're down and lying on the floor
How you rise, shake your head, get up and ask for more
Clear-headed and open-eyed
With nothing left to try
Standing calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run
There's no hurry any more when all is said and done

Standing calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run
There's no hurry any more when all is said and done

I'm ready...

...Wish you were here.