|my sweet escape|
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.