Self-Pity

She scowled, irritated that the rain had to come just then.
5 seconds were spent feeling extremely sorry for herself; then reluctantly she dragged herself off the sofa, abandoning all thoughts of an afternoon nap.
There were the clothes to be taken in, windows to be shut, and the crazy stray squirrel to be chased out - the one that always took refuge in the storeroom when it rained.
The only bright side was the rain would water the plants for her.
One less chore to be done; there still was a silver lining somewhere.

My workload is never-ending.

~vid~