It’s the kind of rainy day that you are happy that you are
unemployed. You could sit and read all day and pat your cat (if you had one),
because he too knew it was a miserable day. You’re glad that you didn’t have a
dog. Because that would mean that you had to go out, and then goodness knows
how long it would take to dry off the long-haired pooch when you come back
indoors. And we all know what wet dog smells like.
It’s the kind of damp day, that you want to bake muffins.
You’ll have to stand on a chair to reach the recipe book stashed in the
cupboard on top of the fridge. That really wasn’t a good decision. Maybe later
in the day after you sample one of those chocolate chip muffins (recipe from a
colleague named Ann from 30 years ago), maybe then you’ll rethink a better
place for the recipe books.
You will just make a full pot of Kicking Horse coffee, no
decision, because it is becoming more and more obvious as you hear the car
tires splashing outside your window, that you are definitely going to drink the
whole pot. Something you usually save for a weekend, and not usually do on a
Friday.
Perhaps then you will tackle that pile of flyers and
un-opened envelopes that have accumulated.
A nap would be nice too, or endless hours on Houzz, Dabble,
Pinterest, Facebook and Twitter.
These are the things I think of as I sit at my desk on this
rainy day in a highrise downtown.
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