Lately, I’ve been living the second verse of “You Are My Sunshine”.
The other night dear as I lay sleeping,
I dreamed I held you in my arms
When I awoke dear, I was mistaken,
So I bowed my head and I cried.
OK, I’m not crying, but I do feel pretty pathetic for having dreams about the past. Now’s an extra bad time for it.
Maybe I should just write about Ukraine, like everyone else.