I caught myself singing "Shenandoah" this morning.

It really cheered me up; I couldn't stop smiling, such a beautiful tune. Singing it made my daily chores so much easier to get done.

But then, I became concerned that I wasn't pronouncing the words correctly.

God, I felt so stupid.

Now I'm just depressed . . . I'm never going to sing again.

Excepting very late at night when the shop is dark and closed . . .

Martin