Rainy Days and Mondays always let me down...
It's raining outside --- the kind of rain that seems both like a reprieve and a taunt. The heat spell has been broken but in the replacement of the agonizing calidity, is a (for now) pleasant enough breeze and its (fast becoming) not so pleasant partner of rain, rain, rain.
I love sneaking under the covers and pretending to conjure up the previous night's dream. Of feeling the warmth of the bed that makes the slightly chilled sheets more appealing. But when you've got work that heeds no forecasts of Ernie Baron (may he rest in peace), suddenly rain becomes a nuisance. It's not my idea of a good start to deck myself in a nice outfit only to be showered with mud and rain even if only the office is a few feet away from drop off point.
No wonder my shoes die so fast.
I love sneaking under the covers and pretending to conjure up the previous night's dream. Of feeling the warmth of the bed that makes the slightly chilled sheets more appealing. But when you've got work that heeds no forecasts of Ernie Baron (may he rest in peace), suddenly rain becomes a nuisance. It's not my idea of a good start to deck myself in a nice outfit only to be showered with mud and rain even if only the office is a few feet away from drop off point.
No wonder my shoes die so fast.