Woke this morning early, as always, and trudged down to the writing room to begin work. Outside it was gray and raining, a day that seems more like Fall or Winter than Summer. Funny thing is, I don’t mind days like this. They don’t depress me or make me irritable. “Rainy Days & Mondays Don’t Always Get Me Down.” “Raindrops Can Keep Falling On My Head As Much As They Want.” I work better on days like this. Maybe it’s because they seem to limit my options or give me an excuse to closet myself away and just write. I still remember when I was a lawyer and working 8-5 and fighting to find time to write. Now, I have all the time I need and then some. But I still like gloomy days and the freedom they offer. I had a close friend move to Washington State some years back from Colorado. He and his wife lasted about 2 years before moving back. Too gray, not enough sun. Think about how the weather affects us. Maybe it’s all about what we are used to and maybe it’s just what we need at a particular time in our lives. But I look around the country, and while there is much to admire everywhere I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else but here. Guess that’s a good thing, Martha.