Ah, William Congreve, you are so right! Music DOES hath charms to soothe the savage breast (not beast, as often misquoted). Just the other day, I was weeping to Gilbert O’Sullivan. While I do love the Irish, and their music, so very much…. they can be a depressing lot. So this morning, I scrolled through my playlist and cranked up my old pal, Carlos Santana. Instead of pulling out the tissues, I was dancing in the shower. OK, maybe not the safest activity but heck … feeling peppier and ready to take on the day. Thank you, Carlos … and thank you Mr. Congreve for your gentle reminder of the power of music.