The bad thing…

…about these chilly, dark, wet mornings is that I go back to bed—no wait, that's the good thing—the bad thing is that by the time I finally get going it's nearly noon. And by then it's a little warmer and a little lighter but more rainy. And some mornings, like this morning, I have to go out anyway—or run out of socks. Especially since the socks I am already wearing are about to get soaked.