Another cold and possibly rainy weekend coming up. Another reason to just stay in bed all day.
Last night's downpour and this morning's drizzle made me think of how much I used to love the rain as a kid. Thunderstorms were the best and if there was lots of lightning, even better. Those were the perfect times to huddle in your blanket fort and read ghost stories.
However, the on-again-off-again scatter of rain these past few weeks were more of an inconvenience. Driving in heavy rain, at night, on the freeway, with my less-than-great eyesight (I do have up-to-date contacts/glasses! But this astigmatism is just killing me...) is one of the scariest feats ever. I am forever grateful whenever I manage to get home in one piece. I know, my exaggeration is ridiculous, but somewhat recently it was really scary when the rain was coming down in sheets and I realized then that I really needed to get my windshield wipers replaced. From that point, I didn't like the rain that much anymore. It slows everything and everyone down. I then end up not being able to do things as efficiently. I guess that totally makes me an adult now.
