Yesterday, I heard that one of our small airlines had already cancelled all flights for today, in anticipation of this weather. Warmer temperatures have enveloped us in a gray, foggy mist.
The snow is melting, revealing the multitude of chores I left undone outside.
There’s a drizzle coming down, causing me to want to delay the long walk I told the dogs they’d get today.
The house is damp and chilly. I am not yet ready to get out of my robe and onto the many tasks waiting for me here.
This is my day off.
So far, I have moved from the bed to the desk chair, brewed coffee and poured myself a cup.
I read Phyllis’s Beaver Island weather report.
I read several blogs that I enjoy, and haven’t had time for until now.
I read my mail.
I finally responded to comments left on my blog, some left more than a week ago.
I caught up all my turns on the word game that I play.
Now, I’m writing my own blog, the twenty-third day in a row.
When I finish here, I have a list of book recommendations I want to look into.
I have a couple letters to write.
I may make a list of things I’d like to accomplish today.
For now, I think I’ll pour another cup.
The coffee is hot; this chair is comfortable.
Gray days can be beautiful, too.