*sigh* It’s Monday. It’s rainy. It’s blah.

The kind of day that you wish you could pull the covers over your head when the alarm goes off, stay in bed, and fall back asleep listening to the pitter-patter of the rain.  It’s the kind of day you could literally sleep away, since the overcast skies and tall buildings filter the light to nothing more than a sparse afterthought.

The skies over the Inner Harbor are gray today, and even the little birdies aren’t up to more than chilling out on the pier.

I’m on the countdown until I can leave The Evil Empire and head back into the confines of the ‘hood, throw on my pj’s, and wait until it’s acceptably late enough to go to bed.

Have a good one, ya’ll.

The rain has been pouring down for days (except for a brief period on Sunday that seemed to coincide with the St. Patty’s Day parade downtown).  Guess there really IS the luck of the Irish. Lucky me, it meant being able to go outside for the first time since last week to get in a much needed walk.

Thanks to the Brain  (that’s boyfriend, as he will be hereforto be referred to as), the sewer grate at the corner is finally draining again.  The Brain, in his infinite wisdom, went and shoveled out the crap and refuse that was blocking it.  This was done for our own selfish purpose (ie: trying to keep our basement from flooding), but benefitted everyone else on our block. What a nice guy!

People are gross (or maybe lazy is a better term).  They throw out anything without a thought of actually putting it in the garbage, or heaven forbid, recycling it to help save the world.

Hey neighbors–yes you! Garbage pickup is every single Wednesday! And guess what? Recycling comes on Friday (no sorting required). Make an effort, and maybe the neighborhood would look more charming and less like a trashy ghetto. If I wanted to live in the ghetto, I’d move across MLK.