This morning, my wife woke up singing "Bless, Lord, the Labor" to the tune of "Morning Has Broken."  It's an uplifting little tune with a message rewarding good, honest work.  It promised to be a song that'd carry me through the day.

Naturally, I threw up the horns, started in on my best Angus Young impression, and launched into Back in Black.

And you know what?

I won.  Later that morning, before I left for work, I caught her absent-mindedly singing Back in Black.

I do love that woman.