If you're a Sci-Fi geek like me, you'll remember Ray Bradbury's short story entitled "The Long Rain." I read this story in highschool, sometime after the earth's crust cooled (according to my son) and I'm thinking about it now. If you're not familiar with the story, its about astronauts who crash on Venus (this story was written back in the 1950's, btw) where the planet is experiencing continuous rain. In fact, it rains so much one goes deaf and the other goes mad.
And now that we're entering our 8th consecutive day of rain with no apparent end in site, and we now have nearly 8 inches of rain, I feel like I, too, might lose my mind.
Or become very apethetic, say screw it all, and go back to bed.
Going back to bed is pretty tempting. But no, there's too much to do, even if it's being done cooped up inside the house all day.
Humans are outdoor animals. Staying inside all the time is unnatural and unappealing. Ask anyone who's incarcerated in any of our fine detention fascilities.