Another dreary day in neighborhood should give way for some 'household productivity', right? Why is it that overcast drizzly days are so conducive for couch time and a good book? Should I feel guilty for not using my time more productively, or should I embrace the coziness? After work and the gym today, I will put my couch skills to test. I can only hope that tomorrow gives way to some sunshine, so that I'm able to start the grueling landscaping project for my wonderful future mother in-law. Happy Thursday everyone.