It was a gloomy day. Drizzling on and off. No sunshine. At first I moped about it because I had things I wanted to do outside. Then I kicked myself. Come on, Lynn, flip this around. We’ve been in a drought. The grass is burning, my garden needs water, my flowers are thirsty. We need the water. Gloomy was a good thing. A nice drizzle of rain to relieve the drought and make the plants and trees happy. Okay, not so bad. The gloomy wasn’t doomy. It was a good thing.