This is my type of weather and I haven’t been able to get myself away from the couch and out the door for anything the last few days. I don’t know why. Sunday through 2am Thursday morning (with a 5 hour excursion for therapy and errands on Monday) has been at home, on the couch, watching TV, playing with the internet, or sleeping.

It isn’t that I don’t have energy but that I seem to be forcing myself to dive deeper into the couch. It doesn’t make sense to me. It is a new phase.

I finally got myself out the door and went for a little walk around the block in the rain. I am sorry to have missed the downpour and happy to have missed the wind. I have steel toe rubber boots and a rubber rain cape. I used to have an awesome black leather hat that had a really wide brim and was a perfect rain hat but I lost it years ago. Since getting dressed to go out is part of what keeps me from moving, I stuck my bare feet in the rubber boots and wrapped the rain cape around my nightshirt and robe. My head did get soaked (I was looking forward to that) but the rest of me is bone dry.

While wind does make me dig in deeper, I was digging into the couch even when it wasn’t windy.

I am glad that I managed to at least get out for a little tiny bit of this storm system. I regret not being in a position to enjoy it more. I have enjoyed listening to the rain fall pretty much the entire time. That is one thing for a flipped schedule, it mostly rains at night and I am awake for it.