Have Mercy

Monday morning and it don't look fine. And I've got travelin on my mind. (Sorry Mr. Buckingham.) It's raining and good. I've got "Equinox" by John Coltrane playing. The moving company opens in about 2 and a half hours. Hopefully the death certificates will be moving from the funeral home to the coroner around the same time. While I'm hoping against hope that this is the home stretch, I also have this sinking feeling that I'm going to be here for a few more days yet. It really sucks being at the mercy of beauracracies.