This morning when I came upstairs about 7:30, trying to get my weary body to wake up,
I felt cozy because of the weather.
It was breezy out and the sky was overcast---full of deep, dark, puffy clouds that made the morning darker than normal.
It stormed off and on all day.
At one point, I went out to run (weather like that often makes me want to put my shoes on and get out in it).
I slipped out the door. Those dark clouds were low on the mountains; a storm was setting in. I began to run, loving the breeze. Within a block, raindrops started. At first, it was light, but by the end of my run? I was in a downpour. I was running hard, soaking wet, listening to a Weepies mix on YouTube.
I felt invigorated, alive, strong.
When I came in the front door, my littlest gal was waiting for me.
I turned on the kitchen lights and while the storm continued outside,
we made something warm and sweet inside.
My favorite line of the afternoon came from her after I had dumped sugar into the mixing bowl and then put the rest of it away. When I turned back around, she was dipping her finger into it. She kind of cocked her head and, looking at me slyly, said,
"Sugar: it's kinda nummy."
Made me laugh out loud.
(This girl, I tell you.)
But, yeah. I agree.
Especially if there's chocolate involved.