Every Silver Lining's Got A Touch of Gray

I woke up today with the Grateful Dead song "Touch of Gray" in my brain. Really. Alarm goes off, eyes open, and then the little bass line/xylophone intro. Then the lyrics..."must be getting early, clocks are running late..."

In typical jam-band fashion, the chorus, repeated over and over keeps saying "I will get by, I will survive." I hope this isn't a harbinger of my day.

Of course, as harbingers go, it could've been worse. The song could've been something like "Stuck in Folsom Prision" by Johnny Cash.