Good Mourning Widows!
Joy to you and me.
There is mourning joy here today 20 miles north of where the World Trade Center used to be.
The sun glistens like a yellow diamond in a turquoise sky.
Weatherman predicts no rain, no snow, nothing but chilly cold frosty weather for the next seven days.
Local news reports the dynamite bandit is apprehended; the professional dominatrix is back in court and so is the police officer she met on the internet.
Ahhh, what's it matter.
I'm off to dancing school.
I'm going to do that thing they call dance! -- Tango, Fox Trot, Waltz, Cha Cha! -- My Mourning Joy!
What is your Mourning Joy?
Have a joyful day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.