... and Sunday and Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday and...
Beyond that, I don't trust the weather guys, but they are saying there is rain in the forecast as far as the meteorological eye can see. This morning a friend on Facebook mentioned that she feels sorry for those in Maine who suffer from S.A.D. when we get weeks such as this. I don't know if I suffer from S.A.D., but I can tell you I am SAD and more than a little ticked off when we get nothing but rain.
"But that's what makes everything so green and pretty," says my husband.
"That's why Springtime in Maine is so flowery and beautiful," say all the annoying people.
"That's why SOME people get pissy and growly and talk about moving away to somewhere warm and sunny," says me.
The really weird thing is that when the sun comes out and it's beautiful outside, I get invigorated - I want to clean the garage and the basement, I start purging closets and drawers and scrubbing floors and walls. I do these things when I should be outside catching those elusive rays (amidst swatting at black flies and mosquitoes).
But then when the rainy days come, and they certainly do, I feel tired and wimpy. All I want to do is to wrap up in a blanket and read or take a nap or eat comfort food - comfort food that someone ELSE has prepared, of course. Those are the days when I should be productive, but struggle with it.
Why do I have to be so backward? Is everyone like that?
Excuse me while I go get a cookie. Or two. Or five.
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