Ellemental

I should be packing.
I should be cleaning.
I should, at the very least, be thinking about getting in the shower so I can start the day.

But it’s raining, and I am stricken. I’m frozen between a good, quiet, creative mood and a bad, nasty, pissy mood.

It’s raining. I’m not at work. It’s one of my dream days. A day that I don’t have to feel guilty about being outside mowing or weeding. A day where it would only take an hour or so to get the cleaning and stuff around the house done. A day where I could sit and play with online, or read a book, or play the piano for a few hours.

It’s raining. I’m not at work. I’m not at work because I’m leaving for the camping/canoeing trip this afternoon. It’s raining and I’m going camping. And canoeing. In the rain. I’m not necessarily pissy because the rain will ruin the trip. It won’t. It will just add a different dimension. Smoky fires, damp seats, pervasive wet chilliness. I’m pissy, I guess, because it’s not turning out exactly the way I had envisioned. Normally I just go with the flow and whatever happens, happens. I didn’t realize how much I was pinning my hopes on sunshine this weekend.
*sigh*