Sick Sick Sick

Above and beyond baseline that is. I appear to have acquired the crud with a sore throat and a head full of snot. Lovely. I spent all day, fortunately one that was cold and grey, so I didn't object so much, in front of the computer typing away, making a handful of phone calls, not many because I woke up with my voice a whisper, and generally pushing paper and making lists. Along with sick, sick, sick I am dull, dull, dull. And night is falling outside the window, earlier than before. I usually am just high on New England foliage this time of year, and don't get into the dark moods until November with its relentless metal skies above the bare landscape. But this year, I appear to be starting early. Maybe it's feeling unwell, or frustrations coming on top of frustrations at work, or the fact that it's grey and cold and I've been spoiled by great weather. But this camera shot of a denuded maple with the gathering dark sums up my mood tonight. I don't even want to find out whats happening in the national parks. No thanks Ken Burns and PBS. Not tonight. Maybe I'll go make fruitcake. Or something.