June 7, 2013
The rain has been coming down all day. I've almost stopped noticing the sound, it's become such a gentle wash in my ears. The streets up north are bound to be flooded tonight. No sense in trying to drive anywhere. Feeling a lethargy that will certainly turn what could be a productive evening into a vacuum of vapid Netflix viewing, unnecessary snacking, and maybe a bit too much wine. But recognizing the pull of this inertia won't sway me to take action. Is this what growing older means? Losing the battle to ward off the effects of rainy, dreary days?