Remember when I was a changed woman because the sun was shining? Do you remember that? No seriously, because I barely remember it. That is because for the past three weeks (and COUNTING!) the sun has made only fleeting appearances after the rain. It taunts me by coming out somewhere around nine o'clock, just as it is about to set leaving only clear blue skies and the stars coming out.
In Texas that would still mean warmth but here the nights are still cold (nearly warranting my wool coat) and the mornings are just as brisk. Every day I wake up to this:
GREY. Grey with DRIZZLE. This is not facilitating my motivation. Which, currently, is particularly distressing because at this very moment I am being forced to make a hugely important decision about next year and, even though the thought has not escaped my head for one moment in the past month, I was not yet prepared to actually decide.
I suspect that all the answers in the world would be wrapped up in a shiny pink ribbon (and probably showering rainbows and kittens) if only the sun would come out again. If only.