It's raining here, and I am feeling like I'm on vacation. I was up early to work the breakfast shift this morning, but then biked back to my cabin and took a long nap for the rest of the morning, listening to the rain and enjoying a day truly OFF. "Off" in a good way, that is. Took a walk, made some sketches, wrote part of a letter, and started in on a very thick Neal Stephenson novel in the afternoon.
Here's a photo of a bit of my mural (it's a whole hallway), plus the rainy woods. The photo doesn't do justice to the contrast between the dark trunks and the absolutely vivid almost absinthe green of the leaves.