It's Saturday morning. The house is quiet. The rain is heavy. I'm sitting here trying to figure out what to do today.
I hate days like this. I prefer to have a purpose; a place to go, an errand to run. If I were smart or even just the tiniest bit motivated I would take some time to write. Alas, I'm neither, so I'll probably just sit here procrastinating. It really is what I do best.
My husband is going out for a few hours, leaving me here with a bored toddler on a soaking wet Saturday. Hmmmm, sort of sounds like a punishement, but that's not what I mean. I just hate lounging around all day.
My yard is flooding as I write this. The water has almost reached the back of the house and it's only 8:30 in the morning. I suspect we will all drown by lunch time.
I hope you're dry in your neck of the woods.