Kansas is on my bad side today. Again.
For three long days, I've endured cool weather with either constant drizzle or incessant downpours. Three long days stuck in the house or venturing out with rain boots if I lay down boards along the path to wade to the garage. Where did I pack my umbrella? Yesterday I ventured to the health store in my all sweats outfit, which I never give myself the option to do, because it was too cold to change and I was going to get wet anyway. I wore an inappropriate summer hat with a beachy brim that sent off a crazy vibe, I'm sure. Then I ended up tucking my sweatpants into the legs of my rain boots because my calves were getting wet, so then the water dripped into my socks. What can I say, I'm a trendsetter, albeit a cold, uncomfortable one.
It's perfect weather for reading, wrapped in blankets, cupping a mug that's alternately filled with tea and soup. I'm almost through the slow-starter novel of 900+ pages that I've fought with the past few months, plus a multitude of magazines. I've made three kinds of soup and two kinds of bread. Enough already.