I asked my lover to tell me a bedtime story tonight. My lover replied:
 "Once upon a time there was a little tuxedo kitten named Brady, and he was the mightiest kitten who ever lived (with the possible exception of Patchwork, but that's another story and another cat). One day, Brady looked up at the sky and realized there was no blue left in it. He yowled and hollered and ran into the butcher, yelling 'The blue is gone! the blue is gone!'
  And the butcher said ' Get out of here, you cat!' Brady had forgotten the butcher didn't speak Kitten.
 So Brady raaaan down the street and into the fish shop, yelling 'The blue is gone! The blue is gone!'
  And the fish shop man said 'Oh, I'm not falling for that again! Get out of here, you cat!' The fish shop man had learned Kitten during a seminar on loss prevention in seafood stores.
 'D'oh!' thought Brady. 'I should never have pulled that trick!'
And Brady raaaan down the street into the yarn lady's shop, yelling 'The blue is gone! The blue is gone!'
And the yarn lady, who had learned Kitten to speak with her most loyal customers, said 'Oh, I know that, Brady. I'm the one that took it.'
'Whaaat?!' Brady yowled. 'But why?!'
'Well,'said the yarn lady, 'I ran out of blue dye for my best blue yarn. So I borrowed the blue for a bit to bang up a batch. But I didn't use it all. Here's the rest, Brady. Why don't you go and put it back in the sky?'
So Brady took the little bucket of blue and carried it on the crook of his little kitten tail, and he raaaan up the stairs, and he raaan out on the roof, and he raaaan towards the side and just at the very last moment he stopped short and twitched his little kitten tail. The little bucket of blue dye flew higher and higher into the sky, so high that it disappeared!
 Poor little Brady! He'd done his best, but the bucket was gone! But suddenly, he noticed a blue splotch in the sky where the bucket disappeared! And the splotch of color was spreading! Soon, the whole sky was a beautiful shade of blue. Well, except for one corner, but that just looked like a little bitty cloud.
 Brady was very proud of himself. He puffed up his mighty kitten chest and swaggered alllllll the way home."
My lover is an awesome impromtu storyteller!

Grey. The dull, uninteresting grey of the same old thing, day in and day out. The depressing grey of enforced ennui. The annoying grey of dim bedroom ceilings and cabin fever. The cloying, suffocating grey  of "Now, don't exert yourself, you're still not well..."
Stupid grey. Go away, and let me have my sunshine.

I'd like to learn either the violin or the alto recorder. I'm very fond of the sounds of both instruments. They are clear, sweet, mellow sounds that range in expressiveness from joyous to melancholy.
Also, I could take either one into the woods with me. I like to play music in the woods, but since I lack any formal music training beyond voice, I usually just sing. But violins and recorders sound better than my voice any day!