Wouldn’t it be nice if the pleasant moments of our lives passed as slowly as Mac system updates? For example, for the last hour or so, my update bar has been stuck on “about 15 minutes remaining.”
You glide into a warm bath. Rather than cooling, the water remains at a constant soothing temperature, pleasure’s non-existent blue bar stuck, as it were, frozen in time, as you sing on key a melancholy air like “Danny Boy.”
. . . And I will know, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer sweeter be,
And you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I rest in peace until you come to me!”
Once, “Danny Boy’s” in its grave, so to speak, you launch into “The Streets of Laredo.”
I long for Jeanie with a day-dawn smile,
Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile;
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by,
Sighing round my heart over the fond hopes that die:—
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain,—
Wailing for the lost one that comes not again:
Oh, I long for Jeanie, and my heart bows low,
Never more to find her where the bright waters flow.
OMG, as the young people say, as I typed the above, the bar inched forward to “10 minutes remaining.”
At this rate, the update will be completed by Doomsday!
 My father rocked me to sleep while singing these songs, among others. It explains a lot. You can read more about that HERE.