We’ve been off-kilter and under-weather, less than our general boisterous selves but twice as busy. It wears like scratchy wool, too much to do. I feel like I need a long winter’s nap but alas even when the wicked manage to rest, the daily toils simply accumulate.

The doldrums are at a latitude south of here, where it’s warmer and doesn’t rain, hail, and snow all at the same time, and right now I’d prefer it to here. My skin would appreciate it, some tropical sun and saturating, penetrating heat.