At work, unenthused.

      This is a day to sit next to a big window, quietly reminding you that you are indeed inside and not out.  Thank heavens for windows; they constantly remind us to be grateful for what we don't have to endure.  Window or no window, it will be impossible to force myself to go to class.  Scratch that:  It will be difficult to force myself to go to class, it will be impossible to stay awake if I succeed in attendance.   Weather like this is only good for sitting on a squishy couch and flipping through magazines while drinking tea until you fall asleep to the quietness.  All I can think about is a blanket made of purple yarn (every cool, rainy day should be dedicated to old lady's who knit) and the solitary yellow glow of a lamp near the sofa.  I'd give anything to escape this incandescent lighting.