It was wet and dreary this morning and I could have slept late if that was an option. Now I am at the office, listening to the cars speed through the accumulated rainwater down Hill Street. I thought about opening the shutters on my windows, but I am afraid that would lead to greater melancholia.
I feel anxious about this trial on the calender for next week. I have been pondering on it for weeks, ever since the pretrial order came back from the court. I don't feel confident. I plan on spending most of tomorrow at the office building my confidence.
It would be great if I had an extra open week available with which to relax.
Last night we went to the Reahard's house and it was a small crowd. Robin had prepared some homemade tomato soup and bread. It was perfect sustenance for a rainy, dark evening. The company was delightful and we ended up spending a large part of the evening at the Reahard's house in Williamson before we headed back into the night toward home.
I have promised to make beef barley and mushroom soup for next Thursday. I hope I don't get stuck in court that day. I would much rather put the case off until the first week in March.
We shall see how it goes. It is still cloudy, wet and dreary.
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