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When it comes to Mondays, Richard and Karen were spot on. The Carpenters knew that the combination of rainy days and the first day of the work week are indeed a dreary proposition. And I, like so many others, agree with those songwriting siblings that they always get me down.
But rainy day and Sundays? Heaven.
Add a stack of books to get lost in? Nirvana.
And a little snoring ball of warm fur wedged in tight against me? Paradise.
I could continue to mix my spiritual metaphors, and I could certainly wax poetic about my love of the written word. And I likely will ... another time.
Right now, however, I'm going to drown in my deliciously delightful rainy day.
I'm right there with you - nothing better on a cold, rainy Sunday than curling up with a book and a cat! Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteUntil we moved (we're renting until our house sells), I had a porch to sit on while it rained. On the days I didn't teach, I yearned for rain, so I could just sit, knit, read, sip some steaming tea and listen. Of course, it always rained on my teaching days! Dog-gone it! I don't have my porch now! Sniff!
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