Rows and rows of big dark clouds

The wind woke me up last night, and it kept me awake in fear that one of our rocking chairs was going to smash into one of the windows on the front of the house. I had finally woken up enough to realize that I needed to do something about it because I wasn’t going back to sleep without something changing when Mike walked into the room. Now, I knew that he was having trouble falling asleep, and I knew that he would probably go and watch a movie to help him fall asleep, but I didn’t realize he wasn’t there until I heard his feet shuffling. At first, though, I thought it was someone who had broken in. I’m not normally that paranoid, but the wind and ferocious rain combined with shuffling noises coming from the person I thought was in bed with me made me a little jumpy. Mike went down and turned the chairs over, but still I couldn’t sleep.

Tuesdays are usually my mornings off, but I had to go in an hour early today. I wanted to get up when Mike did, but I was so tired and the weather was so gray. I did manage to get out of bed at a reasonable time, but I didn’t get everything done that I had wanted. Everything I needed to do took much longer than I had expected: I tried on the three pairs of black pantyhose that I own to find that each had a big hole ripped in them. I pressed some pants to wear instead of the skirt. I didn’t like the pants with the shirt I planned to wear. I went back to the skirt, deciding to wear the pantyhose with boots after all, figuring that no one could see the big hole on my right foot. By the time I was finally dressed and ready to go, I didn’t have the kind of time I had been hoping for. Needless to say, the day was not shaping up quite like I expected.

But book club was this afternoon, and between the cookies and a great discussion of Snow Falling on Cedars, the afternoon has shaped up to be much better than the morning. I hope I can make it until 9pm.

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