--I've never been able to figure out just what it is about a cloudy day that just gives you a case of the blahs. But it seems like every time one comes about that's where I’m headed.
--It's like walking through emotional quicksand. You spend the day fighting to get up enough inspiration to do the mundane task's that on a sunny day you zip through like Speedy Gonzales on a good day.
--One thing I will say is a sunrise is still a sunrise weather cloudy or not. Maybe a tad dreary but still a sight to behold in my book. And on a cloudy day it seems to be all the inspiration forth coming so I usually relish it and savor it through the day.
--Of course my wife doesn't seem to have a problem getting up a full head of steam any day of the week. Cloudy or otherwise. Which makes me wonder what in Sam hill that's all about. I’ve pretty much come to the conclusion the woman is not normal. But then she has to be a little abnormal to be able to put up with my whack a doodle ness over the years....
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