You know what would have been worse than the sword of Damocles? The boulder of Damocles. Ugh.
Anyway, let’s for a second forget that it’s Monday and four and a half days loom before us until we can get back to lounging in the hammock. And, instead, I point you to this little song that you can get for free from Amazon. “La Luz Del Ritmo” by Los Fabulosos Cadillacs. Weirdly enough, a loose translation of the lyrics from Spanish to English reveal the song to be about tilling my garden, which is weird, because I don’t know any musicians from Argentina, but I guess it just goes to show you that people all over the hemisphere find my vegetables as compelling as I do.
Tiny Cat Pants 
I am gardening in my head today while sitting in the office.
I satisfied my gardening itch when on lunch today and walked to the library and checked out four books on TN gardening.
Sigh.
Weirdly enough, a loose translation of the lyrics from Spanish to English reveal the song to be about tilling my garden
One of the most feel-good genres of music that I’m aware of – zydeco – takes its name from a pidgin translation of “les haricots” (layz – ARE – ee -coh, which sounds sorta like “zahd-EE-coh” with the SE Loozianne inflection). Snap beans. “Les Haricots Sont Pas Sale'” (“the snap beans aren’t salty”) is a Cajun standard. Went from there.
Anyway, if I need a jolt, I’ll go right to “Lache Pas La Patate” (don’t drop the potato, literally; “hang in there” colloquially) by Buckwheat Zydeco.