Blaargh!

On the days when you just want to stay in bed.

A while ago I wrote about summer and people complaining about it. Today, I am that person, except that I am complaining about the way the Welsh weather seems to have gotten itself confused and reverted to it’s usual setting of “Rain, rain, and more rain”.

So, I hope you’re happy, all you people who went around wishing rain on us as you complained that it was “too hot” out. The skies here have been a perpetual, indiscriminate grey, with that fine, misty rain which just makes people miserable and wet! (and might I point out that the temperatures haven’t even dropped — it’s still warm, but now, we’re having to put on coats to keep dry, so technically speaking, it’s still “too hot”, but just in a different way).

Seriously! It’s summer and the summer is supposed to be warm. We were blessed with some beautiful weather and I heard so many people wishing it away. It saddens me, because it seems as if we are hardly ever happy. The phrase “The grass is always greener” seems to be the epitome of the human condition, and it makes me wonder if there will ever be a situation when we’re all happy.

I know that variety is a good thing, and that we’re all different, but what I’m saying is that the glass half empty mentality seems to have taken over so many people. We never seem to be happy with anything.

Now, anyone that knows me, knows that I am not a fan of the rain, but I know it is needed at times. The thing is, today’s rain (in my mind) was not proper rain. It was more like a mass of condensation; like someone took a giant shower, and we had to suffer the same fate as our bathroom walls at home does.

The thing with this sort of rain is that it lowers people’s moods. It definitely lowers my mood. Today, the best place for me has seemed to be my bed (particularly seeing as my TMJD is flaring up and I’m nursing a nasty headache), but I haven’t given in and gone there, because I know that it’ll do to my body clock and the last thing I need is another case of insomnia.

It is now almost 10.30pm at night, and I am most definitely ready for bed. I checked the forecast, and it’s supposed to be a little better tomorrow, so I’m hoping for a nicer day; a more productive day; and most definitely, a much drier day.

So I choose to wake up tomorrow feeling hopeful, regardless of the weather. Won’t you join me?