Well *listening* to good performers, like youse guys, *does* lift the spirits of us civilian audience-types; so if that's a mutually-reinforcing thing, all the better! Gnu, yeah even "crap" could do it sometimes; but that's a moot point, we talkin Mudcatters here...)

For me, humor often works too --- especially if it's totally ridiculous and and directed at me by my compassionate wife. It is so aggravating :) to be lifted out of the black gloom and set to giggling, by having yer significant-other poke fun at you with unerring aim & exquisitely anarchic skill.

But lucy ann -- Yes us "poor chaps" out here can "try to understand" -- & succeed, even! We get sad. Depressed, even. We do. And Yes we can even admit it. (Well. Sort of.) /I read (today!) how our *symptoms* are somewhat different from yours; but -- so wot? The cause is the same. / Sometimes maybe we need another man to talk to. / More often, maybe a woman. :) / Woops Sorry. I think I'm cheering up, here.

Dorrie, I sincerely hope you feel better very soon. / I wish you could hear ME sing really loud. You'd roar with laughter I can assure you, and lose dem blues. / But I won't suggest this therapy take place in the bath; that would wreck the effeck. (The horror! The horror!)