It’s still raining. Incessant, this rain! Since Friday, January 12th it’s been raining, sleeting, snowing, or we’ve had freezing rain. And it’s just now barely above freezing, after we had freezing temperatures for the past week. I am sick of rain. I am sick of clouds. I am, frankly, sick of cold.
My dogs are bored. My horses are pissy. Hell, I’m pissy! My house is mess, from all the mud, dirt, water and dead grass that gets drug in. No point in sweeping. The floors will look bad in a couple more minutes. My house is cold. Every living creature in my life, including me, is stir crazy.
I think I’ll never see the sun again. Do I sound depressed? I think I am. Maybe a hot toddie and a nap are what is needed? I could lay on my couch, and listen to the crackling, hissing fire. That would be nice. I could turn off the TV and just let the sound of the fireplace hypnotize me to sleep. God knows I need sleep. Maybe it’s not a hot toddie that’s needed, maybe it’s a glass of red wine. Or two. I could turn off the TV and listen to the unrelenting rain outside. I could turn on the webcast of the World Barrel Race going on in Glen Rose. Could I be depressed because I’m not entered there?
No. I think I’m really depressed because of all this dreariness that is surrounding me. I think I’m depressed because I’ve not ridden in an entire week. I think I’m depressed because I’m bored and my dogs are more bored. No matter. I’ve talked myself into it. A nap that is!