Recessive Traits and Blogs

It seems as though I visit my own blog every six months.
Consistency should be a new years resolution for me.
I am stranded without a car today, and although I thought this would force
me into some housework that always needs to be done. 
Here I sit at the computer.
 
I'm wondering why I don't blog more, about anything. At least I would be writing, right?
Ugh, consistency, darn you. I must have the recessive trait for it. LoL.
I thought I would write a little about how my day is going so far. 
As I think about it, it's been so dull that I can hardly stand to relive it even for the sake of this confounded blog.
 
Once again the ramblings of my inner thoughts will have to suffice.
Have a great day...despite the color of the clouds.

Bla, bla, bla, and perhaps a little hope.

I don't like the rain much. I take that back. I don't like gloomy, gray skies, and muggy, humid weather. On days like these I think it changes my chemical make-up, or at least my hormones seem to notice the difference and I react accordingly. Bummed-out. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean I'm depressed or anything, not that I haven't been there. I generaly don't respond well to ill-fated weather reports. I wind up feeling like I'm ninetyfive and have arthritis; my bones start to ache.
If you haven't checked the weather in Missouri, well, not only is it raining, but it is gloomy.

Whoa! Wait a minute! Can this truly be? As I sit here typing the sun has come up out of the clouds in all its glory. The sky is turning blue. Oh let it last, let it last.