The best laid plans…

Well, so much for sleeping in the first day of my vacation. I woke up promptly at 7:15, my mind churning with the things that didn’t get done yesterday – unfortunately, several of them can’t wait for my return, which means I’m tackling them from home this morning. Still, it’s better than having to go into the office – I’m in my jammies, sitting in my gorgeous living room with a big cup of coffee, and listening to the rain patter on the roof.

That’s right. I said “rain.”

Finally, after way too many days of scorching heat and no rain, it’s coming down outside – and not the “toying with my affections” kind of drizzle we’ve had once or twice this summer.  It’s really raining.  Gutter-overflowing-oh-crap-is-the-laundry-room-going-to-flood kind of raining.  I can practically hear the plant life singing hallelujah’s outside.

The dogs are not pleased – they all refused to go outside to do their business and now they are alternating between pacing the kitchen and crossing their little legs. Ha.

So, back to work for a little bit longer. And then: a nap.  Is there anything better than being lulled to sleep by the lullaby of rain on the roof?

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