When it is in the 40’s, the precipitation is rain. It started early last night, before six, and continues into now. The drops are small, closer to mist, but it is a storm nonetheless as the drops come steadily. The rain brings a pall not only to the day but also to me. I miss the sun. It hasn’t appeared in a while, and I crave the light. When I woke up this morning, I stayed in bed for a bit trying to think of a good reason to get up and about. I didn’t find one, but I got up anyway, took my shower and grumpily faced the day.

I took my time reading the papers and drinking my coffee hoping for a spark to brighten my mood, but the grumpy part hasn’t changed. Luckily I am the only one affected. The animals ignore me. They’re asleep; it’s morning nap time. The three of them are here with me. While Fern is snoring a bit, Gracie’s breathing is heavy, and Maddie sleeps soundlessly curled in a small ball. Each has her own spot. They won’t move from here unless I do. Wherever I go, Gracie will follow me. She always does.

My entire chore list for the day is to make my bed. I could do some grocery shopping, but that would only feed my mood. Even on the best of days, I hate to grocery shop. I have a feeling that nothing would lighten my mood today, not even balloons and Publisher’s Clearing House.

I figure I’m due for cantankerous and a grey day is the perfect excuse.