I agree with Harmony that cold rainy days are best spent at home with candles, a warm blanket and a good book (although the term 'cold' is very relative - anything below 85, in my case). I feel completely drained just from driving up to Benson and tuning two pianos, and the grey dark atmosphere outside doesn't help at all.

Plus I agreed to go help out at our little local cafe tonight. It's no big deal, it's not like I get paid (just a free slice of Pam's homemade pie for my husband while he waits for me and reads a book), but Pam did specifically ask, so...

But aren't conditions like this the reason hot chocolate and marshmallows were invented?