When it rains, it pours.

Normally I have a positive spin on a pessimistic metaphor, but today it really did both, rain and pour. The day started with Greedy (my pet name for my truck) not starting again. She has given me one headache after another for the past three weeks, but got to love her and by the grace of God she finally cranked. Only for the stomach ache of yesterday to turn into mother nature delivering a swift drop kick to me. As if that wasn't enough, I make it to the office finally and they are painting again. I must be the punchline of a bad joke. I'm allergic so everything else begins to slowly fall apart, the sneezing, the itching, the breathing. I must get out of here, but I have so much work to do. Home I return choosing oxygen over income as I snuggle on the couch listening to the external storm brew outdoors, for once the weather matches my mood. Allowing my body to set the pace, gingerly shutting down my mind. I reluctantly succumb accepting the force of my current position. I must rest, leaving stress behind taking this time to let the rain pour rejuvenation into my soul. Let the sun come out tomorrow, but today let's take a break in the rain.