The weather is uninspiring today. Grey and gloomy, it's the sort of day where you open your eyes, see the weak light barely peeking in through the blinds, and promptly roll back over, wondering what could possibly be worth getting up for. The rain is off and on, but more on than off, and the thunderstorms--the only possible redeeming factor to the gloom--left after the wee hours of morning. It's soft rain, too, not even the kind you can really hear from in the house. I can only hear the car splashing through puddles on the large street two houses away, coming and going to work and appointments and other potentially disappointing places.
I'm the kind to scowl at the sun when it's out and glaring in my eyes, but I sure missed it today. Hey, rain means it's too warm for snow and ice, which means spring could conceivably be on its way after a dozen patently Midwest false starts, right?
On a more positive note, I'm dusting off my CV and throwing my whole heart into what I hope is an amazing cover letter for a position I've been coveting. My affair with teaching is a rocky one, but like a high school sweetheart, the prospect of going back to it is comforting in its familiarity.
Now playing: Tim Barry - Church Of Level Track