The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you'd just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.
--Susan Allen Toth, England For All Seasons--
Well, it is back to work on a rainy day. (Sigh) It seems that these three-day weekends pass by so very quickly, and I am finding it gets harder and harder to get myself up and out the door. On a day like this, I'd like nothing more than to call in sick, pull up the covers, and go back to sleep , but, alas, we are not allowed to call in the day before or after a holiday. If so, we need a doctor's note. Otherwise, they take one of our personal days from us, and I want to be the one to choose when I take my personal time.
Oh well, I'm not going to complain. I'm here, and I am dry, and I plan to make the best of it. A little colder, and we might be in the midst of an ice storm.
Wishing you all a wonderful day.