Around here, March came in like— well, pretty much like February, all grisly and drizzly. I could hear it raining hard in the night (by which I mean, of course, early this morning when normal people were getting up and around for the day; I chose to stay in bed). It seemed like a real storm by mid afternoon, with the tree limbs and grasses blowing madly about and the birdbath overflowing.

I’m so grateful I didn’t have to leave the house on a day like this. If it were up to me, the rest of the world would go on about their business, and I would spend every rainy day looking out at the tree limbs and grasses, without having to open the front door at all.

And that pretty much sums up how I spent this Sunday, although I can’t say that I did absolutely nothing, as planned. I tried out a new halibut recipe in the slow cooker, one that required me to chop onions and mince garlic. I did a load of laundry. And I left the fax on too late in the day, so that more work could come my way. I could have left it for Monday, but I didn’t. Who knows what other trials Monday might bring? It’s good to have one task crossed off the to-do list before it even starts.

And here’s the five day forecast: rain, rain, rain, showers, showers. So obviously it gets better by the end of the week. And then next weekend we set the clocks ahead an hour, and a whole new set of sorrows emerges. I’m seriously dreading losing that hour, even though I like the effects of having an extra hour of sunlight late in the day. I’m not sure it helps to have that extra hour in March, though, especially if March is going to be like this, dark all day anyway.