It is Monday, after all

Outside my window, it looks like the inside of a dog -- it's ridiculously dark. And wet.

It feels like it's been raining for a month. It hasn't, I don't suppose, but it feels like it. There's been a real surfeit of sunshine lately. This must be what it feels like to be reincarnated as a grayscale printer -- life running the full gamut from, um, gray to slate.

And -- yay -- the rain (which has utterly saturated the ground, and has swollen the rivers to their breaking point) is going to change to freezing rain and snow for the drive home tonight. Yay.

's probably gonna take me 2 hours to get home.