Lewis Black, in one of his comedy sketches, talks about days being gray. Some of them so gray that he calls in and tells the boss that he can't come in. It's too gray. Our last three days have been gray with only today producing any rain: less than one tenth of an inch. But they haven't been too gray to work. Not oppressively gray. We worked in the yard a good bit on Friday and Saturday. Too wet today, but worked on inside projects.

Can it be too gray to get out to go to work or do anything else? Or is it a reflection of an inner grayness? Too gray to go to a movie? Leaving the bright, loud, popcorn-smelling theater for the gray outside? No, it's not too gray for that. Not too gray to go to the library. And certainly not too gray to go to a National Park!

My first trip to Grand Teton National Park started at 10:30 p.m. local time when we pitched our tent in the rain. The next day was very gray. We were in the clouds and so were the peaks. We couldn't tell where the mountains even were. The tent leaked. The Coleman stove wouldn't light. It was too gray.

The next day however was clear and beautiful. We hiked up Teewinot and had the adventure of our lives. Gray was followed by crystal-clear air on a mountain side. Fantastic!

Work through the gray. Write it down.