A glum, humdrum afternoon. I kind of like those, though, if I can sit in bed and knit and drink coffee out of little white cups and generally feel like a character in a British novel. Besides, western Pennsylvania, where I grew up, is loaded with overcast days. When I moved down to Florida for college, I was surprised how much I missed them. On the few days a year the sky over the palm trees was knit with gray clouds, I felt a cozy kind of nostalgia.
Hope you’re enjoying your day too, gray or otherwise.