Rainy day lovin'.

Days when I wake up and realize it's raining before my eyes even open are my favorite. Well. That's a lie. Waking up to thunder rumbles would trump that. But I've been a smiley and productive mess ever since hopping up to look out the window this morning. I say mess because I usually craft a to-do list a mile long, all the while dreaming up ten new life goals that I should probably start on... right now. Not to say that the distractive thoughts matter much because I usually multitask life-brainstorming while real-life working pretty well. It seems so wrong that dreariness gets me motivated but somehow that's just how it works out in my head. If I ever figure it out, I'll be sure to share the secret. Pretty to-do lists help. But that's all I got for now.

Also, on days like this, my kitchen is a dangerous thing. I say dangerous because if I let my productive energies be focused on it, I'll end up researching recipes and cooking a four course meal for an army that doesn't exist. If I don't have time for that, then I just can't let my brain go there. Instead I end up spastically having a slice of peach pie and a sugar free Rockstar for lunch. I know, I know. I can feel the judgey eyes. Well, a mix of judgey eyes and the girl going, "Cupcake and Red Bull lunch over here, woot woot!" So anywayyyy. I'll get back to satisfyingly marking off my to-do's with red sharpie, but in the mean time, does anyone else out there love a good rainy day?

Mornings that smell like hay and feel like home.

It's hard to explain how a series of chores could feel like home. For the first time, this thing I love is finally separate from something that was emotionally trying and laced with hostility. And now it just gets to be about the peace that comes from steady crunching of hay and soft nickers that make you smile for reasons you can't really say.