I’m standing in faith on that title. It is a gloomy day again. Hel–L-O-O-O-O-O! Anybody HOME?? Just annie here, trying to wake up the weatherman and let him know this is OCTOBER, the beautiful month Houstonians live for, the one that secretly gets them through the long, hot days of summer, the month that makes up for the wet and nasty cold days ahead, and the one WE DON’T WANT TO MISS! October really is the one reason, if you can’t think of any other, to live in Houston–that is until the last few days, which I must confess, haven’t lived up to my great expectations.
I missed most of yesterday lying in bed fighting a battalion of cold symptoms that looked like it might be a few days before I was back in commission. However, when I woke up this morning, I didn’t want to miss another day that might be our best hope for outdoor air conditioning—a day where the 60ish air swirls around your body and the sun beats hard against a crystalline turquoise sky. Well obviously, the weatherman is asleep at the desk and missed my memo order for a perfect October day. Rain chances are high, and it is still dark at eight in the morning. Closet Kitty was late for breakfast, if that tells you anything.
Seems like I remember a nostalgic post about someone liking rain, but we’ll excuse that lapse of consciousness for now, and get to the real reason I need a pretty day. Spending most of yesterday in bed, I need a “get out of jail free” card quickly before I get cabin fever, along with the other symptoms. I need a pretty day to start my annual Oktoberfest celebration of “I remember why I love Houston” month.
Well, I am showered and dressed, but I may go back to bed for a little while. I am feeling kind of blue. Wished the sky was as ambitious.