I'm working on another Poem in a Shop poem & I have this great idea, but I think that perhaps I should sleep on it. My great ideas could often use a little beauty sleep. If I don't use it I'll probably share it with you guys anyway because why should Dr. M & I be the only ones to suffer?
For reasons that I will not discuss here, but most women will understand, I have a feeling of impending doom, mixed with downtroddenness and a desire for more sleep than usual. This will pass, but not before I've complained to everyone within reach. If we were talking about alcohol we might say that I'm not a pleasant drunk.
On the plus side we had the kind of snow flurries that I like - pretty-ish and no accumulation. Here's a picture of December 7 last year:
And here is one from today:
I think I'll just spend some time meditating on that second picture until the blahs go away. That will work, won't it?