In Which I Concede Defeat

Before 9:30 in the morning.

I awoke this morning to a basement flood after a night of storms. MORE storms. Storms upon storms upon days and days of rain.

I was a bit disappointed to realize that when I prepared the coffee for this morning, I forgot to actually, um, put the COFFEE in the coffee pot.

I can't find my cell phone anywhere. (How will I play Scramble?)

I put my shirt on inside out.

I was trying to reach one last dish to put in the dishwasher as I was running out the door to take Jane to school (in the rain. Have I mentioned the ceaseless, soul sucking, spirit-crushing rain?) when I whacked my FULF right into the open dishwasher door. The whole foot went numb. (Knowing me, I probably fractured it and will discover this two years down the road.)

I was just about to take my cue from one Edward the Cat () (I swear, I am 12 years old. Employing parenthetical photos makes me laugh out loud.) and just go back to bed when I looked outside and in the midst of all the gray, something caught my eye.

I put on my galoshes and slogged out to my garden and this is what I saw:
The first Zinnia of the season. Undaunted and beautiful.