Diagnosis: A serious case of the Mean Reds.
Prescription: Bright blue sky.
Uh oh: No such thing availabe in DC today, for the last few days, or for the next few days.
Consolation (also favorite line from the film Titanic): It'll all be over soon.
Happy solstice, ya'll.
Tell me there aren't angels. Not ten minutes after I pushed the "publish post" button, the clouds parted and the new solstice sun appeared all silvery and fresh.
ReplyDeleteThen a small miracle: my first client didn't show up so I was able to grab the dog and go for a walk in the sunshine.
I believe in angels!
Jake looks as if he got tired of all those gray rainy days, too. "What, another puddle? You've *got* to be kidding me!," his look says. It is indeed such a relief to see the sun for a change. I felt better instantly as it came out over the cemetery during the a.m. dog walk.
ReplyDeleteHappy days to you, too!
ReplyDeleteHappy Solstice to you Reya. It's snowing here in the other Washington - still. Four days now. Sending big fluffy snowy hugs to you and Jake.
ReplyDeleteMy birthday is not blue, Reya. Nope. Nope. I love Jake's expression. Like he had an "accident" and he thinks you're going to blame him for it. Just remember: tonight is the longest night of the year. After tonight, it all flips again.
ReplyDeleteaw jake come on you can walk around the puddle!! but it's a puddle!! no puddles here - winter is getting off to an incredibly frigid start!! brrrrrrrr...
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