All Work and Yes Play

I've been a dull boy lately, with lots to do and not enough time—like everyone, I'm sure. The few interesting things I notice go flying by, unpublicly remarked. But I was working away on a volunteer newsletter layout job, and I had the music playing downstairs, rock to get me going. And then it hit the next genre on iTunes, and started playing the lovely Vince Guaraldi jazz ballad, "Christmastime is Here." Yes, the one from the first Peanuts special, if you must know. And I decided I have to go play piano for a few minutes. I have to, must, imperative, dire necessity, all that. I don't know if there's a big guy upstairs, but I think people have something inside that corresponds to the idea of a soul, and mine needs, if you'll excuse me, to play piano for a couple of minutes.