I think that I can count the number of rainy days I've had this summer on one hand. Three. Today is the third. I've been trying to get myself geared up to stand up, to get off the couch, to take a shower, to run some errands and to complete some to-dos. But so far I've been unsuccessful as I am still here on the couch writing this post.

All things considered three rainy days in one summer is pretty good.  One rainy day on the Black Sea, another in Kosovo and the third here in Walla Walla. So don't worry this is not a woe-is-me post.

In fact, I've been feeling pretty lucky that I can sit around on the couch on a rainy day. That I can read the NYT and drink coffee. That I can poke around on Facebook. That I can add new books to my Kindle wishlist and that I can look through photos from my most recent travels. Life seems pretty great right now.

And that's the thing about a rainy day. It lets you sit back and think about your life. All of the good things in it, all of the great things you've been up to and everything you've got to look forward to.