music, therapy, and me

Ah, Thursday. I woke up this morning splayed out, face down, cat sleeping between my legs, and singing "On Day More" from Les Mis. I'm kinda stuck on the phrase that Madame and Monsieur Thenardier sing during that song - Watch 'em run amuck, Catch 'em as they fall, Never know your luck When there's a free for all. Here a little dip, There a little touch, Most of them are goners So they won't miss much. I'm not sure that this particular song snippet is a favorable omen for this day, but it is time to get ready to go into my last work day for the week. It is the last session Thursday for the regular school year. If we go to work next Thursday (at all), it will be for inservice time and hours. I'm not sure if we will be working next Thursday, but I really hope not. It's my birthday, and I would like to spend it in the solitude of my own home rather than sitting through yet another discussion about data and PBIS and statistics offered by...

I read an article somewhere, a long, long time ago, that attempted to explain earworms - you know, the tunes that go through your head over and over again without any real conscious decision to recall them? Earworms. The theory was that the brain created stimulation when there was a lack of stimulation in the external environment. Okay. That's interesting to me. I get earworms pretty often, and I've learned to extinguish them pretty reliably. I have been accused of giving others many earworms over the years. Just one note can trigger some of my coworkers into singing songs with me - songs they would rather not sing... I've found myself singing things this week - just bursting out into song at times. Guess my brain is seeking musical stimulation and the soundtracks of my television programs is not cutting it. Those songs haven't become earworms - yet - but I am on the watch to see what sticks. I've spent quite a bit of time this past week in solitary pursuits...