Meditations on that clown, Charlie Brown

Sometimes a song gets so stuck in your mind that it’s embedded.

“Who walks through the classroom cool and slow. Who calls the English teacher Daddy-O … “

It just sits there over and over. It’s worse in the early hours in the morning when you wake up and try to get back to sleep.

“Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown, Yes, he’s a clown, that Charlie Brown … “

You often wonder if perhaps you are going a little bit crazy. Or maybe you are going way lots of crazy.

“He’s gonna get caught, just you wait and see. Why’s everybody always picking on me?”

But I guess it’s better than seeing things that aren’t there in your sleeping hours. Or in your awake hours.

It’s something to think about.