Boy, is it wet out there.
Gray, misty fog suddenly turns into a spitting shower that fades away only to turn into a downpour a few minutes later. How do I know this? I've taken my cabin fevered dogs out for a mile each morning.
And gotten caught each day in a sudden downpour. You'd think I'd just not go wouldn't you?
Unfortunately, I'm a sucker for 3 pairs of watery brown eyes that stare up at me, begging me to take them for a walk. Now these same dogs will put their brakes on if I open the back down and tell them to go outside and "Go potty" but if I put their leashes and collars on, it's game on. As long as I get dragged outside with them, they're perfectly happy getting wet.
This is the 4th day of constant, drippy weather. It can't help but effect a persons mood. I've been feeling like a drip. Disinterested, tired yet twitchy. I can't really settle down.
The only thing keeping me sane right now is work. Having to head into the cement jungle each day is a nice distraction when it's too crappy to do anything here at the house.
But this storm is slowly heading out tonight and they're predicting 1-3 inches of snow overnight. It won't last long tomorrow. It never does. But I can tell you one thing. If it snows, I'm not going to want to go into work tomorrow.
Not because of the hassle of driving with a bunch of crazy Southerners who don't know how to drive in the white stuff. Nope.
I won't want to go into work because I'll want to stay at home a play. Mama wants a snow day! Whoo Hoo!
Keep your fingers crossed...