Cloudy days make me tired. They also make me want to hunker down with a book and a fuzzy blanket. But since neither is an option while I'm at work, I'll have to just drink my ooffee. I have a meeting in a hour. A meeting that will lead to a conceptual project, so for that I'm excited.
Not much news on the home front. I forgot to take out my garbage last night, so I woke up this morning, and ran outside in plaid pajama pants, flip flops, and a white tee-shirt. Look out single men, cause I look HOT in the morning. Most days I wake up looking like a 2nd or 3rd tier rock star reject. Some days it's Joan Jett or Pat Benatar. Once it was Eddie Munster. My hair just does this wierd swirly thing, which I can't control.
Plus, it's going to be hard to cozy down on the lawn furniture in the living room. This to will change sometime soon, I hope. This gray day is almost over. Which means I can go to the Hallmark store to get my friend Kari a birthday card. I love the smell of the hallmark store. It's like a warm blanket all in its own.