I’m Not Dead, It’s Just Raining
Holy storms, Central Coast of California! It’s been raining cats and dogs this week–we even got a few flashes of lightening and some thunder–and I haven’t felt like doing much more than reading, drinking tea (and by tea, I mean wine) and cooking comfort food (and by comfort food I mean sweets and carbs like homemade oreos, blondies and penne pasta). I’ve spent some much needed time with friends and gotten a decent bit of work accomplished (see TEDxSanLuisObispo website here, Facebook page here and Twitter feed here) and even managed to write a bit on my other blogs.
I attribute my productivity to not needing to think up what outfit I should wear everyday (cause, you know, that’s clearly the most mentally taxing thing I do all week). I’ve simply woken up each morning and thrown on my rain uniform: leggings (Old Navy), over-sized shirt, scarf, rainboots (Oprah loves them too) and trench coat (Old Navy, similar here).
I’m probably starting to smell, but my allergies are so bad right now that I’d never know. (That’s clearly why my lips are parted in the picture above. I’ve become a mouth breather.) Here’s hoping the sun will come out tomorrow and I can throw this stuff in the wash.