Yuck. Just Yuck.

It's gray outside. It's raining, and windy, and the rain and wind are beating against the house. It's supposed to get cold and possibly snow tomorrow. My crocuses are all droopy outside. The Indians lost to the White Sox, yet again, in their first game. Church did not brighten me up yesterday, like it usually does. I enjoyed seeing everyone, but I was also upset by some other things. This would be a good day to crawl in bed and stay there.