It
is a perfect day for a nap. Absolutely, no way to argue it, perfect.
Bit
cool. Raining. The weather is just right.
Most
of the stuff on the list is either already done or not that important.
Dishes clean. Laundry washed and put away. Dinner planned. And
I mentioned the rain, so there’s not much to do outside.
Yet
here I am, staring out the window and honestly, a bit depressed.
Not
the normal rain is sad and so are gray clouds depressed. But instead
of taking a nap, I really want to take a walk.
Ever
had a dog? Do you walk them regularly? I mean, good, long, wear
them out so they sleep all night walks. What happens when it rains
for two or three days in a row? You can just see the dog a bit
on edge, looking for that release.
Today
that’s me. I stayed up most of the night working on some projects,
have a cool breeze coming in through an open window and a steady
beat of rain on the roof available to rock me as I doze off, but
instead I’m standing at the door looking out at the puddles.
Crazy,
right?
Usually
I don’t mind the rain. On some days, I’m actually pretty excited
when it happens. Give me a good thunderstorm and I’ll be doing
what I can to watch the power of nature on full display. Great
stuff. But when it interferes with plans, it becomes a different
story.
For
years I worked with some people that always treated Fridays as
a bit of a holy day. They prayed. They prayed for rain on Saturday.
Prayed for rain so that they could delay projects outside and
answer the phone call calling off the family picnic. But mostly,
they prayed for rain so the kids’ games would get cancelled. No
soccer and no baseball and no reason to set the alarm clock on
a day off.
I’ve
given up on ten thousand steps for today. Weather just doesn’t
look like it will cooperate with that. Just a mile or two would
be nice though. Maybe a couple of breaks where I can head out
and get a bit of distance under my feet.
Instead,
I’m wound up and can’t focus. I should be deciding if I need to
pull something out of the freezer for dinner. Maybe thinking about
a sandwich or salad for lunch. But here I am, staring out the
back door, wondering if it’s actually still raining. Maybe those
dots hitting here and there are just strays, being blown around
by the wind and not really a sign of rain falling. Maybe if I
head out, the heavy stuff will hold off for a while.
(Do
I go now? How about now? Now? Now? Do I go now?)
Crazy,
yes.
I
woke up early today. Actually, never really slept. So that nap
is sounding really, really good. I am going to give in to that
temptation in just a few minutes. But first, one more look out
the window. I think if I grab a hat I just might be able to get
in a mile or two without getting too wet.