I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t want to stay in bed, either. I just didn’t want to move. It isn’t too much turkey because we had ham. It’s just the dreary weather. Wet, chilly, always gray. There hasn’t been enough light from the morning sun to take a clear photograph of my Christmas Cacti.
Why do they make us change time exactly when we really need that extra hour of light? It’s depressing getting dark before five in the evening. It reminds me of going to work in the dark and driving home in the dark. My office didn’t have a window, so winter got downright grim.
I’m not exactly in a coma. I’m not in a coma, but I feel like I am. I’m tired of the wind, the rain, the mud. The grayness of it all. I think at least one day out of every five should be sunny.
If it weren’t for the birds, I think I’d be going around ye olde bend. This isn’t even lovely winter weather. It’s just gloomy and it’s hard to get all worked up in the gray of day and the dark of night.