I’m torn with the rain.

On the one hand I really like hearing rain on the roof. It’s a perfect day to snooze and not worry about anything. On the other hand, it’s a perfect day to stay in my sweats & watch 1950s sci-fi movies.

I had one of those nights lat night where I was tired, went to bed, and bang my brain said, “Nope! I’m going to start thinking right now.”

Needless to say, it wasn’t very restful.

Maybe I’ll get a bowl of cereal and watch Looney Toons DVDs. That would have been a typical thing for me to do on a rainy Saturday in my childhood.

I’ve scanned the national news. I’m sure that the local news is doing one of their “StormWatch” special coverage events providing moment by moment details of local flooding and holding their breath that some disaster will occur so they’ll have something to lament.

My phone just went off with an emergency alert about flash floods.

I’m hoping for a break in the rain to go for a walk. Right now there’ve been squall lines passing through about every 10 minutes. The storm will let up a bit giving me hope, then kick up a notch.

At this rate I’m not going to close my rings today. I don’t mind walking in light misty rain, but neither Jesse or I like walking in downpours with the wind whipping around us. I won’t mention the clean up of our muddy foot prints, or the smell of wet dog.

I’m leaning more toward Looney Toons & snoozing.