Out of the Woods

You're out of the woods, You're out of the dark, You're out of the night.
Step into the sun, Step into the light.
Keep straight ahead for the most glorious place
On the Face of the Earth or the sky.
Hold onto your breath, Hold onto your heart, Hold onto your hope.
March up to the gate and bid it open!

-Wizard of Oz

I would not usually be pleased to catch myself singing this ef'ing shrill song, but the circumstances surrounding said spontaneous outbursts are nothing but joyful. Life is good. New job is good. I'll take your peppy lyrics and raise you a swing in my walk and some pepper in my talk.

In other news: Cell phone died. "No chargeee no more." Driving 90 miles to get an iPhone this weekend. I can be reached by email or via my home phone, should you have either of those. I think you can message me via this site should you be lacking complete information.