It’s cold. It’s snowing off and on.
It’s winter in New England. Time for dark, and cold, and more night than day.
I’ve been running around crazy getting ready for a business trip, working at home, etc. Errands and such. Never made it to the Poets’ Asylum Craft Sale. I feel down and blue about this and many other things.
I dislike summer, but there are times when winter makes me more profoundly sad. This is one of those times.
Dark Matter 