Busted Flat...Waitin' For a Train.

It's a Sunday again...or at least it was when I started this entry.  And it's another one of those days.  I'm reminded of that line from my old girl Janice.  She was in Baton Rouge but Pearl knew what it was like..."...feeling near as faded as my jeans."  She sang her throat raw on the blues and died young but she knew.  Waiting to go to work and watching the snow fall.  I'm sick of winter and cold and wet and dark.  I need some sunshine.  Yeah...I need some sunshine.