It’s one of those gloomy days. I understand that the word “gloomy”  has one of those dark and depressing connotations. That’s why I used it. To fool you. Ha! This cloudy day doesn’t connote gloominess at all!!

It’s been a fabulous morning. Perhaps that’s just because John has been doing butler impressions all morning and, just as I stepped out of the shower – mascara in impressionistic strokes across my cheeks, as though I were an extra in a dark and gloomy zombie film –, he declared that, “breakfast will be served in the piano room, Ms. Shayne.” The piano room is our mauve-walled office across the hall from our room (we have these grandiose plans to paint it an energetic blue and white, but still have to figure out how to move the piano out of there beforehand).

I yelled out, “Thank you, Jeeves!” And then I thought fondly of Evelyn Waugh until I sat before my computer to eat a piece of cinnamon raisin toast and a sausage. It was only then that I realized it was dark and gloomy out.

John lowered the blinds to block the clouds so that I all I could see were the bunnies chasing one another into and out of the shrubbery that serves as the focal point of our house’s cul-de-sac.