It's as if the weather gods have put us on a color diet these last few days. The sky is gray, the streets are gray, the gardens are gray, the houses are gray. The only color to be found today was in reflections. At least in alternative realities, there's some vim, some vigor.
I shouldn't complain. Mostly we have wildly colorful weather here, but every now and then DC goes gray. Really, really gray.
What to do but make ginger cookies, listen to music, drink tea? That's how I whiled away my gray day. And you?