Rainy. Cuddly. Just perfect.

It's dark

And it's cold

The night so beautiful 

It's raining

It's thundering

Tonight is the night 

I love the rain

I love the thunder

And the lightening too

I lay under my blanket wondering

With a pounding heart.

Today is rainy. A chili type day, though I don’t have any.

Cuddly weather, the kind I like.  

It's a day off. Feels like it should be. I have spent a good chunk of it aggressively finishing all phone calls, emails, contracts.  Also planning, worrying, wishing, time wasting, resetting the wifi router, and offcourse overthinking. I have checked off a major portion of my To Do list.

10 or so items are floating around in my brain that need to be added to the To Do list but frustratingly won't come back to mind when I'm ready to write them down. More worrying follows.

The house is fairly clean and neat, and that makes for a joyful yellow kitchen light across white counters, to counter the soggy greyness outside.

Don't get me wrong, I love rainy days. Rain is a blessing I often love to spend damp and cloudy days inside with some scotch. I can embrace a wet world, and a sky with personality and character, and the slightly adventurous suspense it adds to the air. But I have to be in that adventurous mood. That same cloudy day can also make me feel like the depths of emotions sometimes.

Lamps throughout the dark corners of the house also cheer me. It crossed my mind earlier to spend part of the afternoon on a drawing and painting project I’ve wanted to start – perfect thing for a rainy day. Sometimes it’s hard to dedicate time and focus to something that doesn’t seem imminently required, when so many other things are. Eventually, and after searching in vain for the materials I needed, it becomes too late to start. It’s now on my calendar for another day. I look forward to a day spent being artsy, in a visual way. No I am not a regular artsy person just felt like it this rainy afternoon.

I sang anyway. I have started singing lessons. Time  is precious and I need to practice.

I find it difficult to stop; unintentional as it is. I catch myself absentmindedly singing throughout the day, as I'm doing … Practically everything, except possibly teeth brushing.

Funny what you never realize you do until you're told not to do it.

I feel like a procrastinator, always trying to get everything done last minute. So many things seem to never get done. But then, when would I possibly have squeezed them in before now? When will I still squeeze them in, yet? Don't answer that. The thought of being a procrastinator guilts me. The refrigerator door opens.

Today would be a good book reading day, if I had a good book to read. A day for something fictional and utterly for pleasure...not educational. That has its place, but not on a rainy chili type feels-like-a-day-off day. I just want to be swept away.

A bowl of soup will suffice instead of chili.

I have always loved letter writing, actually. Handwritten ones – though, a real old fashioned typewriter would also be very exciting. If I were collecting a Wish List instead of a To Do list...   ah, I’m silly I suppose.

And I've always been old fashioned. But right now....

My mind drifts.

The dark day is getting darker. I've spent what time I could have used letter writing, writing this blog instead.

I think about curling up inside Daddy's big shirt, and the a book waiting to be read on my Kindle. It's a comforting thought.

I think I'll feed my thoughts , heat up some soup so my mind can stop procrastinating this rainy evening.