It is with a heavy-heart that I come to you this morning, stricken with a dreadful case of the Saturday gloomies. Mommy and Daddy can do nothing to console me and my feelings of ennui. There is nothing to be done, for it is raining, and it shall be raining all day. I do not fancy the wet stuff that falls from the bleak and murky skies; it makes me miserable. Therefore, I will spend my day crying out in agony, hoping, dare I say praying with great fervor, that the weather will improve, and the birds, squirrels, and sunshine shall return to my shuttered world of desolation.
