The Clouds are Raining on My Friday

It started raining about 3:30 this morning. I know, because I woke up enough to close my completely open windows, so I wouldn't end up with a wet room. The few other times I woke up, before I actually got up, it was raining. Wasn't sure when I got up, but by the time I hit the bathroom to put my eyeballs in, it was pouring. It ran all the way to work, which got me to work with about 5 minutes to spare.

It's dark, it's wet, I'm cold and finally dried off from walking in, and all I want to do is go back to bed. Heating pad is on my knees. I'm convinced the desire to sleep during bad weather is a natural instinct to keep all of us stupid people from catching our death of cold and bad weather when it's nasty out. Seriously. We should all be allowed rain days, when we can retreat to our beds/dens/caves, and sleep in the warmth of all the covers. Curling up to watch a movie, or read a book is perfectly admissable. Just no going to work, or anything else that requires getting out of bed early.