A very exciting delivery came to the house on Saturday while I attended a meeting. Two boxes containing my very own copies of Mercy of the Moon from my publisher, Wild Rose Press, had been dumped at the end of our long driveway. It’s rainy season in my neck of the woods, and fortunately my husband was outside picking up sticks and saw my babies lying there all vulnerable and helpless. He must now be named Sir Emotional Rescue, for he lovingly carried them out of danger to the shelter of our castle. As soon as he got them inside, the sky opened up in a torrential downpour. He saved the day, like he has done in so many ways for thirty-five years.
You guessed it: the song for the day is the Rolling Stones’ “Emotional Rescue.” I especially dig the part at the end where Mick drawls:
“I will be your knight in shining armor,
Riding across the desert on a fine Arab cha-a-a-a-r—ger
Coming to your emotional rescue.”
My hero did something way more spectacular than that: he saved Ian, Maggie, and the rest of King’s Harbour from certain ruin.
This Musical Monday is for you, Honey.