I, unlike most of you, totally enjoy the snowy days, but once they’re over and we start getting days like today, I’d just as soon sleep until September. Today was as dark as midnight. It was rainy, unpleasant and didn't show me a justifiable reason to get out of bed. It was a slit-your-wrist kind of day!
I say that in jest, of course. Last time I used that phrase; someone took me seriously and instructed me to call him the next time I felt that way. Feeling embarrassed and not wanting to embarrass him, I said, “Thanks, I will.”
You cannot deny, though, that the weather has a lot to do with our moods. It definitely does mine. On a beautiful sunny day, I am usually happy – dancing around the house singing, phoning and e-mailing everyone I know and accomplishing a lot. And on a day when huge fluffy snowflakes are drifting down from the heavens, I walk from window to window just looking out and feeling grateful. But on a day like today, I'm half awake, not interested in anything, I accomplish nothing and frankly, I'm in a bit of a fog. I actually said, “Hello Sweetie,” to a pair of house slippers a little while ago, mistaking them for the cat. Now that’s just not right!
Perhaps the sun will shine tomorrow or it’ll start snowing again. Either would be an improvement over what we were dealt today. I’d just finished saying that when a friend reminded me that I have a lot to be thankful for and that, “This is the day the Lord hath made, and we should rejoice and be glad in it.”
Did you ever notice how there always seems to be someone just hanging around to make you feel guilty when you don’t appreciate things as much as you should?