the pitter patter of freezing rain. . .

the pitter patter of freezing rain nudged me off my bed this gloomy wednesday morning. i listened to it and, for a minute, i found the sound pleasing, the next it spells grief. but that unpleasant feeling was drowned by the many younger days i’ve enjoyed being outside in the rain, although today, it’s a different kind of rain. the continuous patter was a cue to animate myself as usual. and though sloppy, cold and damp, i gather that the day will stay blessed with today so close to the weekend. i thought of my last weekend which could’ve wrapped up nicely had there been no migraine and when all my bodily functions worked as it should! munchkins were totally bummed out to see me in pjs during the hours i should be taking them out for a swim as promised. fed them though with comfort food, watched some funny flicks and snuggled lots! i anticipated tasks fulfilled this week but my monday ended up, the second time, in the cardiac care. i was out though in time to be with my mom and girls for dinner. is there anything i need to change for the rest of the week in terms of the way i see life’s significance or approach? i guess i just need to see how it goes and where it flows. no musts for complicated strategies. i will just embrace, accept, create and believe. to my fellow torontonians out there. . . stay dry, don’t slip and enjoy