I think I'm depressed.
This is the second morning in a row that it's been raining. I don't have anything against rain
per se, but in the almost three years that we've been here in Texas, I've got into the habit of getting out of bed in the morning and opening the blinds and seeing another sunny day in Texas. It's become a real habit.
Now I get out of bed and see gray skies with this water falling down and it's disquieting. Where's that big orange thing we're used to seeing? Now I have feeling of impending doom, like something bad just over the horizon. Maybe the earth will stop spinning on it's axis, or the brain eating aliens are going to arrive. Maybe a human sacrifice is needed to bring back the sun?
Maybe I'll crawl back into bed and pull the covers up over my head and try again tomorrow. I expect days of rain if I were in, maybe England. When I was in England it rained four or five days out of seven. But you expect that. They sell very good raincoats and umbrellas in England. When I was in Portland Oregon it rained a lot. A lot of Portlanders wear duck shoes. But this is the Texas hill country. A lot of rain is just weird. Maybe I'll make a toddy for breakfast. A drink never hurts.