We woke up this morning to another Junuary day—heavily overcast, threatening rain, and chilly. It would definitely be a fleece pullover kind of day except that I’ve been waylaid by a nasty cough probably brought on by allergies. The good news is I’m not sick. The bad news is I feel like I’m sick. So instead being in a fleece, I’m tucked in under several blankets, surrounded by my cats, my knitting, and a good book. Except for the cough, I can’t really complain (even though I’m probably vying for the Most Pathetic Award as it is). It could be a lot worse. We could be having a gorgeous summer day (summer is never a sure thing here until after July 4th) where I’d feel even more pathetic because I’d want to be on my bike.