You can’t hold a good Christmas cactus down

I've spent a long time compiling another pointless playlist today, when I should have been doing other things. The chores can wait. You have to strike while the iron is hot. I suffer, and that is a well-chosen word, from what they call bipolar disorder.  I call it ‘wonky brain syndrome.’ I’m in what is termed a hypo-manic state: a constantly elevated mood that makes endless possibilities seem possible and sleep difficult.  It’s a gift and a curse at the same time. It's is not a failure of my thinking mind, it’s a failure of my brain, which has become more obvious now I’ve weaned myself off some prescription drugs, having decided I would like to be in charge of my own head for a change.
      Earlier today I started a short story with some strident, confident paragraphs.  I may be a tad high, but I’m not deluded. I know it’s good, and quite different to anything I’ve written before. When I wake up tomorrow morning, it will stiIll be good.
      I’ve road tested this playlist and by some fluke, it works. No gaps at all between the medley tracks which was the whole point of the thing.
Extra: The Beatles in colour.
    The birds are going ballistic.