OK, not so much Sundays, I just always liked the title of that song, but rainy days for sure really do get me down. I think I might be solar powered. When I wake up and see that grey light filtering in I just feel like I can’t get out of bed. I want to roll back over, pull the pillow over my head and go back to sleep. Wake me when its sunny again. Thanks.

As if having to get up isn’t bad enough, then I have to, like, you know, go to work. For me that involves an hour commute on a normal day, longer when traffic is bad. Well, bad in relative terms. Traffic is always bad here. My county was the first county outside of LA, NY or DC areas listed in Forbes’ “Worst commutes” article a couple of years ago and Atlanta overall placed second only to LA in this year’s edition. Movin’ up! Yay! Not. And traffic is especially bad on rainy days. I once thought there were more stupid drivers out when it rained then I realized it is the same number of them, just the environment is less forgiving. As a result there are usually at least a couple of fender-benders on the way. When you are already running a 12 lane interstate at capacity the least little thing blows the whole system up. And they are working on a plan to expand it. I-75 will have 23 lanes at it’s widest point downtown. 23. Yeah, that won’t be a problem when there’s a wreck, huh? Anyhow, none of that goes to improve my mood at all.

And then there’s my office. It normally has a great view normally. I can see perhaps 50 miles on a nice day. On a rainy day, though, those same windows fill with grey far more completely than would ground floor windows where there is at least something outside of them. On those really special days (like today was) we are enveloped in clouds so all you see is, well, the inside of a cloud. Bleh. The only way I can get any work done at all is to close the blinds and put my headphones on with something upbeat. Doesn’t help that everyone else there is in a somber mood either. Some rainy days we just meander around the office asking each other what’s up. We just keep doing that until quitting time comes.

The drive home is a repeat of the drive in only a little worse usually. It was about 90 minutes today. The only thing that has salvaged my mood was an exceptional game of racquetball tonight with my bff Tim.   We always amuse each other if no one else. Tomorrow’s forecast? Mostly grumpy with a chance of irritable. lol.

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