Well, Shit.

I did not expect to see the sun at all this weekend. According to all the weather reports I miserably read yesterday, today was supposed to be rainy, followed by rain and then more rain.

I was OK with this. Actually, I was kind of looking forward to it. Who doesn't like laying in bed reading a book all day when the weather sucks? I made no plans for myself this weekend other than to sleep in as long as possible and then wake up, read, and maybe stare at my wall for a few hours. I thought this would be the perfect wind-down from the crazy week I survived.

The sun is shining.

I just checked the weather again, and the forecast has been amended to say, "Mostly sunny skies during the morning giving way to clouds and a few showers late." Now I'm torn.

There have been WHOLE WEEKENDS where I have stayed inside my apartment in New York City. It's very easy to accomplish something like that here . Everybody delivers everything. And if there's some good TV on, why leave?

I have a hard time doing it when it's nice, though. When it's nice out, I feel like I should be out running errands and being productive. I just wanted to lay in my bed all day and not feel guilty about it. And now it's nice out and I still want to lay in my bed, but I have all this guilt. As I'm typing this, I'm still in my bed. DAMN YOU, SUNSHINE!

I guess I'll get up, get a coffee, go into the city, work on my little Carter project and then get caught up on some work. My fluffy bed and I will just have to hope tomorrow is a little more shitty.