When I get depressed, I don’t want to leave the house. When it gets really bad, I don’t want to get out of bed.
When it’s really, really bad, I don’t get out of bed.
I hit the snooze button at 7am and rolled back over and went to sleep.
Then, at 2pm, there was a thunder and lightning storm. It woke me up; for being such a rainy place, Portland doesn’t get much thunder and lightning. Then, the hail began falling, and I threw on pants and a shirt and grabbed my camera to take pictures.
An hour later, it was sunny again, and all the ice had melted.
I haven’t gone back to bed. Yet.