The ones where you don't wanna get out of bed. Your eyelids feel like they weigh 100 pounds. Your body aches. Every part of you is screaming for sleep.
And I don't think it is just me. I drug myself out of bed, and like a zombie, subconsciously stumbled to the bathroom. I splashed water on my face and pulled my hair into a l o o s e, unbrushed ponytail. I wasn't even hungry. Which is weird because I have gone without food for a good... 11 hours. I should be starved by now. But I'm not.
I tried to be pleasant.
"Mom?""what."
Ooh..she's having one of those mornings too.
"Did you know that Michael Jackson died yesterday?""Yeah I heard that. That's crazy."
I knew she was trying to force a smile while she spoke and soak happiness in every word.
But then it escaped.
"What from a drug overdose or something. Psh.""No a heart attack actually...""Really? He's too young for a heart attack.""Yeah...he was 50...""Really...hmm.."
Our trying to be pleasant conversation had ended.
It is just one of those mornings.
We weren't angry, or unkind. It is just a gloomy morning.
Even Abby wasn't barking.
But there is still hope. Sunshine does the soul good, and it is June 26th. Which means the sun will be hot, and bright. And who can be gloomy when the sun is out?
Well. Unfortunately. My gloomy morning just turned into a gloomy day.
I just looked up the weather. And..
This is what it told me.Now 56F/75FScattered ThunderstormsHumidity: 55Wind: from the WSW at 9 mphSunrise: 05:58:00 am/Sunset: 09:02:00 pm
Which means I have approximately 11 hours left until the hiding sun sets.
Afternoon movie anyone? Or better yet. Puddle jumping?
Please RSVP if you are interested.

2 comments:
I love the thunderstorms, especially down here the the Dixie heat!!! But I miss the thunderstorms at Sun drift circle but sure can't wait for LAke Powell! Boo YAH
RSVP a few days late. Afternoon movies are my favorite. Next rainy day... it's you and me babe. Actually, next rainy day maybe we could go boating or swimming. That seems to be just our luck.... :)
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