This morning, as I was up in the predawn taking even more ibuprofen for the abdominal and lower back pain I've been having a few days each month for thirty years now and which neither medical science nor any hoople-headed alternative seems able to alleviate, I mistook the actual sunrise for a reflection of the light over my stove. Really. It's been gloomy out for so long that I didn't recognize that bright yellow light I saw just over the horizon out my east-facing window. It took me fully a minute to realize it was the sun.
No matter. It had disappeared again within the half hour, and the girls and I walked to school in a chilly damp wind under the usual gray sky.
The weekend's looking to be gorgeous though, and could we ever use it.