I heart Saturdays. I started this one off by giving the dog a bath. Then, just for kicks, I gave the cat one too (she was less than grateful). And then, it was off to airport, so Gregg could get on another plane. As I drove away I felt that familiar weight on my heart. This is the life we chose almost twenty-five years ago, but good-bye is still good-bye, no matter how many times you have to say it. I tried to regroup and turned on the radio. Sirius classic rewind was playing, girl, you really got me now by Van Halen. Hee…instant smile as I turned it up and was transported back to my big hair, big eighties, and the girl who loved an epic guitar solo days. And I thought, "Hey, I remember me!" Lately, I've felt that familiar edge of depression sitting on my chest. I guess it may be something I will occasionally have to battle the rest of my life. It's crazy though how music always help me connect with who I am. That internal soundtrack of my life has this power to pull me out of dark places by just bringing up a memory of a different me in a different time. Like the eighties. In a few weeks, I'll be the one boarding a plane traveling to Milwaukee. There I will meet up with some of my very favorite eighties peeps for a quick girls weekend reunion. Looking forward to a lot of laughing, and remembering and well….mostly just laughing.