I love dreary days.  All those dreary days haters…I just don’t understand.  Rain pattering on the roof, a cool breeze, a good book and a cup of coffee, a free afternoon and a deliciously long nap – to die for.

Yes, today was a dreary day with a high of 88 degrees, and seeing that it was Sunday, the free afternoon was a reality as was the coffee and nap and book (well, actually magazine, but it works).

Oh, and a bonus?  I didn’t have to go out and water my gardens.  I love my gardens, but I would rather take a Sunday afternoon nap.  Hahaha, and calling them “gardens” would be a gross overstatement, but it sounds more delightful than saying “my dying rose bush sticks by the cracking cement sidewalk.”