Well, on the plus side, I don't know of anyone who died today (and boy is writing that tempting fate) although it seems my email is down: I haven't gotten a message since mid afternoon. Usually my spam alone lets me know the system is working. Just as well. I don't know if it is a holdover from this weekend but I'm in a less than great mood though I'm not sure why. I don't really feel like posting anything, hence one of those writing exercises about not having anything to write.
I suspect I might be one of the few people who looks forward to winter and feels melancholy at the coming of spring and then summer. I suspect it is because I like the quiet of winter and dislike, and to a certain degree don't understand the noise of the warmer months. Okay, it's nice out, but why does that inspire you to play your crappy music louder? Perhaps if I lived in a quieter neighborhood I would welcome the warmer temperatures, but since 2000 I've lived on noisy streets. Perhaps I'm getting tired of the city.
I promise something better tomorrow, which aren't bad words to live by.