Today was a dreary, rainy Monday. On days like this he realized what a strong pull the weather had on his mood. It was difficult to get out of bed in the morning because even with the blinds drawn it was clear that the sun was obscured by cloud. On a bright day the glare of the sun's rays seemed to wash out a lot of defects, but when the sky was overcast they were sharply visible. On a day like this he looked seriously at his life, and it appeared devoid of vibrancy. He wondered how he arrived at this point. On days like this he found himself breaking with his ordinary routine, even doing things out of character, anything to escape from this bleakness.