Rainy days started right with a hot bowl of oatmeal or grits. Coffee is a given. But something about cold wet weather demands something warm in your stomach before you do anything else.
By afternoon I'm in my recliner. Blanket over me with my laptop. Big bay window in the living room letting me watch the rain come down while I scroll through blogs on Hive, reading, and commenting. Maybe writing something if the brain cooperates. That's the ideal afternoon anyway.
Reality is usually different. By afternoon my body has usually given out. So it becomes study time if I can push through. Nap time if I can't. The recliner works for both very well.
The TV stays on in the background with news or history stuff on mostly. Just noise to fill the silence without demanding my attention. Wife is usually nearby doing the same thing. Looking up recipes on her phone or napping herself. We don't have to be doing something together to be together. Just existing in the same room is enough.
The dogs have it figured out better than any of us. They curl up and sleep through the whole thing. No guilt about being unproductive. No internal debate about whether they should be doing something. Just warm, dry, and unconscious until the rain stops.
I want to come back as my dog when I die. They've got it all figured out.
Rainy afternoons are for slowing down. The world outside is gray and miserable and nobody expects anything from you. Might as well lean into it.
What about you? How do you spend rainy afternoons?
Thanks for reading,
Joe
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