the glass is not half full

Sunday morning, again. This is definitely not how I had envisioned the long weekend panning out. I saw myself sitting on the boat, rocking peacefully in the waves with the sun shinning down on me. I saw my self waking up on this Sunday morning and hearing the sound of the halyards tapping out their comforting tune on the mast and feeling that crisp chill that only comes from an early morning at sea. Instead, here I am at home. It's raining so hard that all the veggie plants I planted last week are rotting. Fack.