It's Raining, Raining In My Heart

And everywhere else, too.

Here's the view from my kitchen.

That's Drizzle, not Dirt

Here's the view from (behind) my front door.

It's damp and drizzly, grey and grim, and I can't take any decently lighted photos of the quilt. And I didn't sleep well. And I can't go out and walk off my case of the grumpies, because it's raining and because I've had a piece of glass embedded in my foot since yesterday night that doesn't want to surface so that I can get it out. And it hurts. And I don't want to have to pay the cost of having to have *#@#* x-rays and a sliced-open foot (and possibly my first accident-related stitches ever - for nearly 50 years I've avoided getting stitches, except in the process of passing a human being through my body or having cancer excised from it, and I don't want to start the habit now).

And I screwed up that skein of Audacious while setting it, and in order to even attempt to salvage it, I would have to get a microwave oven. Something that, along with a cell phone, I've avoided for decades.**

And, And, AND...

Maybe I should go back to bed.


** Yes, I'm a dinosaur. So what? Children love dinosaurs...