Rainy Sunday

It's a quiet morning. Like many other Sundays, I am sitting in front of the computer with a steaming cup of coffee while TSF plays on the Squeezebox. J is working away silently at a Valentine's Day drawing. January, though waning, still stretches long before us, so we are ready for something festive.

It's raining and cold - it would be so much nicer if it were snowing. But the rain makes me think of warmer weather, and I smile inside. In fact, we have been very fortunate of late. The past two days have seen the thermometer reach 50 degrees or higher. I enjoyed a run outside yesterday without gloves or multiple layers. It's hard to imagine we have months to go before the crocuses and daffodils wake up. Maybe I am inspired, too, because I have yet to kill last summer's annuals:














J is now riding her scooter around the first floor. Although it is the little kid version, the fact that it is a Razor makes her feel like a Big Girl. It's smooth ride even over carpet is immensely pleasing, almost calming to her. She circles the stairs, always going in the same direction (dining room, foyer, living room, family room), dozens of times.

JBL is at a neighbor's, helping them with a computer issue. The house is dimly lit in the cloudy morning, and snuggly. J has moved on to hanging her decoration, and is badgering me to help her. I know I have a long run waiting for me, but I want this slow and relaxed rainy morning to last all day...