It’s the perfect Saturday.
I’ve never been one to mind a rainy day. Given the choice between mid-50’s and overcast, and mid-90’s and sunny… I’ll take the cold and gray every time.
Here’s a perfect example. My wife and I were in Miami, FL a couple of years back. We eschewed the beach and found the darkest pub we could, one complete with dim lights and dark-stained wood and thick, rough tables, and proceeded to hide from the sun until nightfall.
Is it any wonder I wrote a book about a vampire?
Back to the present… It’s a cold and gray rainy Saturday. I’m in a local cafe, with one eye on my little laptop, and the other on the drippy, dreary day just past the window. I’m putzing with a few projects. Downloading a ton of photos from the cloud to work on a photo book, putting a few more words into a short story, flipping through FB posts, researching what conventions to table at in 2018, and yes, blogging in my usual, pointless way. I have nowhere to be. I have very little of importance to actually do, and I am in no hurry whatsoever to do those few things that probably should get done. The dark roast coffee is delicious. My hoodie is the perfect weight for the temperature. The barista is streaming a Beatles station.
Like I said, a perfect Saturday.