Well, if Mr. Cohen is ever having a down day all he needs to do is read this thread.
But on a weird tack -- my Mom is in a nursing home. Her dementia presentation is a bit unusual. She hallucinates. A lot. I am typing this post at 2:21AM local time because she called me an hour ago, and woke me up (again) to say "Did you know that all the school buses can't run anymore?" I (trying to sound kind and concerned -- and mindful that she is probably waking her stroke -recovering room-mate as well) "Mom, do you know what time it is?" "Oh! Oh!" she sounds genuinely remorseful, which makes me feel guilty for not responding with a cheery "Oh really? What's happened to them?" "Oh, Gina, I'm DREADfully sorry," and she hangs up. And I'm laying there, feeling guilty for not being more supportive and some random neuron in my head fires up and I replay to myself "So, is this what you wanted? To live in a house that is haunted/ By the ghost/ Of you and me?"
The ghost of my Mother calls me at 1AM to tell me about dead school buses. And in this, as in a lot of things, I mentally recall a line from a Cohen song which matches my situation.
I'm going for some chamomile tea now in hopes it'll knock me out for what's left of my night.
There is NOTHING worse that not getting sleep on a Sunday night. The body needs rest to get ready for another week of work or whatever. I'll take note and avoid Echoes at night time too 
What does he not have going for him?????
