Ominous weather.

I am sitting at our decidedly fifties wine-glass breakfast table, in our retro red 50's chair, hoping that the weather will look a little more lively.

It's grey—again, and there's only so much greyness AB can handle before she spontaneously combusts and there's guts everywhere.

I have a PhD in procrastination and it's well used on days like today. I know I should go out riding, but would rather sit here and stare blankly into cyberspace for a few more minutes...