There’s something about rainy days that bring about warm fuzzy feelings. You wake up to a barely illuminated bedroom seeing as the sun hasn’t shone. You decide to lie in bed just a little longer hoping to hang on to the lingering dreamy languor of the previous night’s sleep. To no avail because you’ve already spent the last thirty minutes catching up on people’s Instagram stories. Finally you get up, make yourself a cup of coffee, sit still on the sofa and watch the rain cascade down your balcony’s blinds. It would be nice to do nothing today you tell yourself. Except it’s Monday and you have a 9am with your boss on Mondays.
