I used to hate it, waking up to a gloomy and wet weekend. It's just no fun cooping up at home during the weekends. I'd miss my lap swim in the pool. The grocery run would turn into such a miserable trip. My laundry would get musky. Arrrgh! I'd turn grumpy, cranky and snappy, ready to bit off anyone's hand or head, if anyone gets close enough.
But now, I love it. I love rainy weekend.
Waking up to a chilly drizzly weekend, I'd just put on my flannel and laze around. Reading, surfing the net, sipping coffee and best of all napping, all morning, or even all day!
I must be getting old, or lazy, or both.