I love rainy days. Especially if there is little to no wind, and it’s not too cold. Today dawned misty and gray, the rain coming straight down and pattering softly on the deck, the roof and the driveway. Lucy looked up forlornly on our only walk, unhappy to be outside in the wet.
But I felt motivated today. We spent the weekend in Mansfield (three out of the last four weekends is absolutely a record!) and despite having slept in a tent next to a luggable loo far too many times recently, I didn’t wake up in any pain. I’d slept well (and through the night, which anyone with M.S. can tell you is a small miracle). I’d planned on cleaning the house today (something I try to do on Mondays, so it’s done for the rest of the week) but thought better of it when I realized the rain wasn’t going to stop any time soon.
Instead I braved Wegmans at 8.30am before the crowds and then sat down in my office, determined to make a dent in the piles of paperwork that have (seemingly) grown exponentially in the past few weeks. I had my first successful R + F interaction, signed up for an HR certification course, balanced our checkbooks and finally (after procrastination) rode over 21 miles on my bike.
Tonight, John and I will have some filet, fresh corn and zucchini for dinner (I love when we have real, well-balanced meals, and truly appreciate how much thought and time goes into creating them night after night). I’ll probably fall asleep curled up beside him on our couch, watching sitcoms while he scrolls through his phone. It will be blissful, because life has been so unexpected of late, and this will be a return to normalcy (before he heads to NYC tomorrow on business).
That’s the comfort of a gray Monday. The release of pressure to be outside. The silence and stillness. The freedom to quietly tap away at keyboards, and get the things that need to be done finished. The knowledge that cuddling up under a soft blanket in sweatpants is completely acceptable.
With a nice glass of red, of course! 🙂