The kind that's all cold and rainy and foggy and gray, and it feels like a lost day when nothing happens, and you just wait for the day to be over so you can start over with a better day. I hate this kind of day.
I used to like them, when I could stay home from work and crawl under the covers and watch movies and eat lots of sugar, but now I hate them. If Cleo can't get her exercise and see the world, life is rough. Or, as rough as life gets for a happy stay-at-home mom with a great life.
So, yeah. Blech.