I got up this morning possibly a little later than I meant to*. The fact that once or twice I opened my eyes long enough to look out the window which was a solid grey blur** was not encouraging and with a pillow over my head I don't have to hear the rain. Finally had to get out of bed because I started thinking which is fatal to sleep.
It was still raining.
I washed all the dishes.***
It was still raining.
I swept the floor.
It was...
Published on November 23, 2009 15:55