it's saturday

It's pouring rain.

And it's cold.

Usually I push the seasons by making myself wear tee shirts in early May or wool in September - but this year the seasons push me.

There are dishes in the sink and K needs shoes and several of my friends need my emotional attention.

I may have to put on socks.

We had planned a beach trip for tomorrow with my brother, but it looks like it's off.

The weekend stretches in front of us.

I think I'll go unload the dishwasher.