The green and the gray

There's nothing quite like a gray day, a drizzly day, where it rains quietly when you get up, carries on raining all day, and apparently means to keep going while you mortals give up and go to bed.
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Today was that sort of day. I picked up Jonathan mid-afternoon from his last class, and we retired comfortably home, to our open windows and cinnamon toast and books and tea (on my part).
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I read my new book by Richard Halliburton (published 1927) where he goes and explores the Greek isles and follows Odysseus' route. Jonathan read Zahn's The Green and the Gray--which exactly describes the sort of day it was. When I imagined the first week of law school, it wasn't this; but I can't say I mind a bit. :-)