Sun is sunny and all, but it refreshes me to wake up to drizzle on a Sunday sometimes. It limits your options, reduces the number of choices you have. You will probably be inside. You can stay close to a cup of tea, even, which you haven't done for a couple weeks.
This cup of tea was brought to me courtesy of Michelle, who packed it back from a tea farm in India. She showed me pictures of the place, and it had the look of a Dr. Seuss landscape. Beautiful. In all of the pictures though, I didn't see a single monkey or leper, which are usually the two things I'm curious about when I hear someone has been to India.
Mr. B is still asleep and J is watching Bob le Builder, so I better make the most of this time and crack a book.