It was a cold and rainy night. No, seriously.

I'm having one of those evenings where there are a million things I could and/or should be doing, but none of them are very enticing. Not even knitting, which has been my big thing lately. And it's raining and miserable outside, and the drain on the driveway is clogged, but I just don't feel like unclogging it. (Sorry, Curt. You'll have to slosh through the water when you get home later.) And the Christmas tree needs to be taken down, but that's just depressing. I suppose I could fold and put away laundry, but then that takes away from my exercise regime of hurdling over the laundry baskets that are scattered around the house. Or maybe I should just go to bed and hopefully wake up motivated and raring to go. Here's hoping. :)