Such was Tuesday. Nasty gross weather. Not that cold, but disgusting depressing gloom. The kind of day that makes me want to excuse myself from the living world, not the day that I want to wake up at 2:45 and work work work for peanuts. I'm cranky!
After an 11-hour workday, I drove home in the rain and told my bestie that God will give me sunlight if He wants me to run today.
Wouldn't you know, at 4:50 it cleared up a little. That's even worse than not at all! I live in the ghetto, so I don't run around home, but by the time I got dressed and drove to a safer location, it would be dark, and running in the dark when it's in the low 40s with huge puddles everywhere just doesn't sound fun. I'm not desperate enough yet to even consider the hamster wheel.
Revised plan: a date with Charles Shaw and some Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
Here's how I feel.