Hey, so remember how I said the weather up here is great? Yeah… Well perhaps I was a little too premature in making that assessment. After five mornings of waking up to gray skies and fits of rain, I can safely say that the weather here is, in fact, not great.
I am not a morning person. Waking up is hard for me even under the best of conditions, but I can usually peel myself out of bed without too much trauma if I have something to do or a schedule to keep (and want to keep). This morning I sat on the edge of my bed for 15 minutes staring through the window at a charcoal sky, listening to a steady rain fall on the awnings, and trying to psyche myself up for a run. I eventually relented and left for an abbreviated and miserable jog, but only because the same internal debate the day before ended in a quick retreat under the covers.
Patches of sunshine redeemed what could have been a very depressing weekend, and with nothing but rain in the forecast, I’m very protective and appreciative of any blues skies I might find overhead.
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