Rainy Monday

Sometimes I sit and think. Other times I simply sit. It's raining and it's Monday. I put the two concepts together and came up with "rainy days and mondays". How odd, haven't the two concepts been merged before? Ah, a memory from the dim and distant past, like a candle light seen from 20 miles away. Lyrics, sung by the hard core anorexic and now dead Karen Carpenter. I can here her melodic words in my head now:

"Talking to myself and feeling old,

Sometimes I'd like to quit,

Nothing ever seems to fit,

Hanging around, nothing to do but frown,

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down."

So that's my problem!