So, I LOVE the rain.  Especially in the summertime.  I love everything about it.  I love the smell (but my office neighbor Milan and I have decided that is just the smell of wet dirt – less appealing).  I love looking at it, listening to it and even walking around in it (as long as I don’t have to be anywhere important and can get dry when I’m ready).  I was born in Florida, but moved from there before I could come to the point of appreciating or hating it.  The majority of my childhood was spent in Las Vegas, and my adult thus far has been spent in Reno.  So I don’t get to see much rain.  So when Reno gets blasted with thunderstorm after thunderstorm with no foreseeable end, I would like to think I’m the last to complain.

But.

Call me a wuss, but I really don’t like riding in the rain.  Wetness + windchill of riding = not a fun time for me.  Not to mention the fact that my glasses do not in fact have windshield wipers.  I’m not going to deny it though – Brad and I are at the tail end of a really funky series of weeks.  After graduation, house guests, insane workweeks, etc. we have been too exhausted to go anywhere/do anything fun.  This week has been one of catching up – on sleep, housework, jobwork, etc.  I’m also not going to deny that–as much as I love it–the rain has contributed to and overall feeling of “blah.”  At least for me.  I would not normally fall asleep at 8:30 p.m. and sleep through 7 a.m. the next day.  Too much sleep then contributing to another day of blaaarrrggghh.

And so.  I am conflicted.  In more ways than one.  I love the rain, but I don’t want to be a lazy, lethargic bum.  Plenty of people live in cities with lots of rain and it doesn’t halt their lives.  I love riding my bike, but thinking about riding in the rain makes me want to throw a temper tantrum.  But riding my bike is the first step in getting outta this funk.

Well, I know what I need to do.

No one is here today.  Not gonna deny it, today happens to be a really great day to not be at work.  It’s gorgeous out!  It’s been pretty lonely in here though!

Think I am going to leave early so we can go on a really good bike ride.  Don’t wanna be inside!  On the up side, being alone makes me uber-productive.  I’m almost done with everything I wanted to do today.  However, the downside of that is I have pretty much run out of things to do!

Connie just got back with her kiddo, Ethan, so we have been all working together in my office.  At least it’s not so lonely.

Working hard

But they are leaving now for Batch Cupcakes (sad face), so it’ll be just me again soon.

Had to snap a few more pictures before they left:

Cheese!

Jealous of the 3D shades

Annnnd … I am officially alone.  Had a nice boyfriendly visit today though.  That was a nice surprise.

This is super sad.  I really, really hate being alone.  Maybe it’s because I am home alone so often, but I really do not appreciate my alone time as I should.  I don’t have kids, or many responsibilities for that matter, so I really just haven’t come to appreciate being alone.  I am sure in a few years or so, I’ll really love my me time, but for now, I want to be surrounded.  Maybe it’s a need to feel loved?  Maybe it’s because I was NEVER alone as a kid and as a result never fostered that imagination gene, but I really don’t think I am very good company.

Damn me for working so efficiently today.  Must go and find something tedious to do for the next hour or so.  First, some (several hours old) coffee to get my brain going again.

That's right, my mug says 'fabulous.'

And, since this has been such a random series of ramblings, I will leave you with a picture of my adorable niece, Emma.

Wiklers have good genes