It’s been another mostly good day, but the constant rain is really starting to get to me. It’s been pouring down for the latter part of the day, trapping us indoors again and making the sky feel low. I get claustrophobic when the sky is like that.
Earlier, as we drove south down the highway on a quest for pancakes, the clouds were getting stirred up by wind high above and frothing about the tops of the hills, creating dramatic skyscapes. I snapped a few pictures with my camera phone of toothy green peaks thrusting up through swathes of gray and white and ominous black. They reminded me of descriptions from Tolkien of rain and fog over the Barrow Downs.
Tonight, we’re huddling at home again, with the TV and the computer and I’m trying to muster the energy to do some more cleaning. The damp chill has infiltrated my mood though, turned it soggy around the edges, which makes me just want to forget all about the shoulds.
Julien is throwing me a lifeline in the form of cute baby utterances and belly laughs and I’m holding onto it pretty tightly until he falls asleep. Even then, there’s little more calming to me than watching a sleeping baby. It’s almost too calming though, I predict high chances of me falling asleep before I get around to getting anything done.