“The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you’d just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.” ~Susan Allen Toth, England For All Seasons
While I *should* be doing dishes or laundry of prepping for this week’s lessons at the co-op, I am sitting here sipping my Earl Gray and catching up on email and Twitter. Meanwhile, Emma has already been dropped at school and Jacob has yet to drag himself out of bed so we can get cracking on our school day.
Frankly, I can hardly blame him.
The much needed and yet, really annoying, rain that has been falling for more than 24 hours kinda makes you want to stay in bed and sleep the day away. You may just call it really rainy, I call it monsoon. Po-tay-to, Po-tah-to. Whatevs.
These are the days that are made for snuggles, cocoa and old movies.
Yeah, not gonna happen. At least, not today.
As my friend Sweet Brown would say, “Ain’t nobody got time for that.”
So, I call holler upstairs to Jacob and say, “Have you got your days and nights mixed up, boy??” “Time to get moving!”
And with that, I should get moving myself. Sigh.
By the way, Monsoon, Day 3 is headed my way tomorrow.
If you have not seen it, please enjoy my friend, Sweet Brown, because everybody’s got time for that:
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