Image via Wikipedia (Looks like Emma Bovary could use sunnier skies as well!)
I don’t know when it really started, but in the past few years I’ve noticed more and more that when the weather isn’t sunny, I’m a wreck. I’m sure it’s a combination of several things, but I really feel gloomy today, and, naturally, there’s no sun. It was sort of a tiny bit sunny yesterday, so I was okay. I’m not alone in this, I know. Everyone likes a sunny day.
It’s not that I don’t like rain. Actually, I enjoy rainy weather. And I like fog, too, unless I have to do a lot of driving in it. It’s just this sort of nondescript, blah, overcast, sunless day that wears on my spirit. Like a pair of baggy panty hose that I don’t feel comfortable throwing away because they don’t have a real hole, I put up with this weather, knowing that it will end, and there isn’t much to be done with it in the meantime.
The thing to do is look on the bright side. While there may not be any bright side to a pair of baggy hose, except having another lady in the rest room chuckle with you as she notices you pulling them up yet again, I can do something when the weather is non-cooperative. I can read. (What I should do is clean the apartment, but that’s even more depressing to think about than bad weather. Ah, there’s a subject for another day…)