The Rain Is The Reason

Sheesh.  It's been, like, two hours of brain-wracking and I still can't come up with a single thing that has happened today that is worth being immortalized in cyber-space.  I'm usually pretty good with this sort of thing...

I blame the rain.  It has been "rainy" in one form or another for days and days now.  It is either actually raining or getting ready to start raining.  Normally, being something of a preparedness freak, I snap right to attention when my television viewing is interrupted with a warning from the National Weather Service.  After days of missing important events in various cartoon plots due to that horrible, grinding alert sound, I have lost all interest in being prepared for nickel sized hail and lightening.  I don't care anymore.  It's become boring and it's never really as exciting as the screeching alarm sound would have me believe it is going to be.

Note:  this attitude did not serve me well late last week when I happened to start paying attention after hearing words like, "Lie down in a ditch," and "proceed to a first floor, preferably an interior room."  It seems I was missing a tornado warning.  There was no tornado, but it would have been nice to be in a ditch or the bathtub had such a thing come to pass.  I guess I should really be paying more attention...

At any rate, the gray skies and low pressure have resulted in a generally lazy attitude.  I am constantly fighting the urge to nap.  There is just not much going on, really.  I'm at a loss as to what might prove interesting.

I could show you a sleeve:

But how exciting is that, really?  We are, after all, talking about The Thing That Will Never Grow Up To Be A Sweater...

I've got a cat resting in the window:

She looks relaxed but she is really pretty alert.  She had a tough morning.

I've got another kitty napping amongst the stuffies:

He's not at all alert.  He is very tuckered out from chasing his sister all morning and making her cry.  

That's it.  That's the extent of the excitement around here.  I'm actually tired from being too tired to do anything all day except break up kitty torture sessions and knit three rows on a sleeve.  They haven't even done an emergency oh-my-god-there-might-be-a-thunderstorm-approaching alert since this morning.  It's slim pickings for blog fodder, folks.

Maybe tomorrow I'll knock over a liquor store or try lace knitting again.  I'm willing to attempt anything at this point to break up the monotony...

SA