Weather With You

I feel like I am living in the inside of a dishwasher, or a car wash. Sheets of rain are thrown against my roof by the storm, the birds are hiding, and only the cat is mad enough to go out. Still, every once in a while, the sun peeks out, and the spring flowers, bushes and decorative cherry trees are already in bloom.

I'm trawling through my computer files, burning important (and occasionally not so important) files onto CDs and DVDs. Later, I'll do a clothes audit - what to throw away, what to keep, what to take with me. But all I really want to do is curl up in bed and take a nap.