I dread those mornings—often Mondays—when I can tell right away it will take more coffee than usual and a few pep talks to convince myself the day won’t simply mirror the gray, chilly, rainy weather outside.
I take a deep breath, hunt for waterproof shoes and call up the kids to get in the car for school. I glance at my sandals with a wry smile and think, “Goodbye, sandals—maybe next week the sun will come out.”
Days like yesterday drain me. With my husband out of town and two cups of coffee failing to lift my mood, I found myself craving comfort: the kind you get from a fire, soft jazz, a fuzzy blanket and a warm, nourishing meal.
