Hello ReaderFriends! I'm coming to you live from the last day of Arizona's and my vacation, which, while not exactly turning out as planned, has been appropriately relaxing, with neither of us dying to return to work tomorrow. And, as vacation's last hurrah, it seems fitting that it's raining today--which means no biking, no kayaking, no finishing up the fresh paint on the upstairs window trim.
And you know what? I'm totally okay with that. In fact, I slept in late, weighted down by a couple of cats who have gotten cuddly once more (I say that in a relative sense when it comes to Lucy T. Cat, but still) as the nights have cooled off. There's just something cosmically right about sleeping in on a gray morning, then lingering over tea and listening to the rain go pitter-patter on our skylight, or opening a window to listen to the drops shuffling through the trees outside. And, of course, the irritated 'meow' coming from the front door, where Lucy firmly believes her humans should turn off the wet already.
I don't know what we'll do today, but I'm guessing there will be some lazing around involved, maybe a book and some hot chocolate. And then tomorrow, I'll find a way to hit the ground running with the revisions to the next Mustang Ridge book. For now, though, there's rain, cuddling, and that hot chocolate calling my name ...
So tell me, friends, what's your gray day indulgence? What am I forgetting on this last, lazy day of vacation?