There are songs that you love for their association with something else even if the lyrics are foreign to you as a person. For me that song is Rainy Days and Mondays by Paul WilliamsTalkin' to myself and feeling old.
Sometimes I'd like to quit;
Nothing ever seems to fit;
Hangin' around, nothing to do but frown;
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
It is pouring buckets today. The last of the leaves except for a few stragglers are now on the ground. It's November, the absolutely best month of the year.
Political season is over for a bit, so there are no pundit voices ranting or candidates advertising. Scarlet and I will think about that tomorrow. Despite retailers desires, the holidays haven't quite kicked into total frenzy in this break between Halloween and Thanksgiving. Gifts can be bought next week.
All the kittys are indoors snoozing contentedly, and there is no reason to go anywhere, so I may join them for a nap when not reading quietly, watching the fire, or just gazing at the mist outside the window. What an absolutely lovely day.
Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you
Nice to know somebody loves me
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me.
1 comment:
Keep a close eye on them. Unlike the recent batch, they may actually do something.
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