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There's something inexplicably pleasant about sitting in a darkened room, in fuzzy, comfy clothes, your hair wet from the shower, minty lotion on your feet (which are encased in thick socks) while there's a thunderstorm raging outside.

The only thing that's missing from this scenario is tea. *looks outside* And a harder downpour. It's looking rather wussy out there.

Finding it difficult to get motivated to write anything, even though these are the conditions under which I prefer to write. (Ooh, the rain's coming down harder! Come on, little raindrops!) But mostly I just feel like cozying up in my chair (after I've made some tea) and being blissfully lazy.

Unfortunately, Florida rainstorms don't last very long -- hurricanes excepted. Those last far too long.

I'm about halfway through Tam Lin and while I'd love dearly to curl up and plow through more of the novel, I'm so relaxed that I'm pretty sure I'd fall asleep, and I don't really feel like falling asleep.

Hmm. First, tea. Then I'll consider my options on how to waste a rainy Sunday afternoon. :D