As I sit here this morning the fog is lifting- both outside and in my head. It's wet and dreary and I suppose a good time for sleeping in. I just can't sleep my weekends away, though. Or any other day, really. I'm at my best in the morning.
I've been outside to feed the birds. I took the trash out. I'm even taunting Mother Nature with some stuff out on the clothesline.
I'm hoping she's just sleeping in and will soon wake up with her Sunday best- blue skies and sunshine. I have flowers to plant and things to spray paint.