So I was jogging around my little neighborhood in the sphere and getting a little crabby – couldn’t open someone’s page and most everyone else hasn’t updated. Started to get very crabby, approaching full on tickedness and then remembered I haven’t updated in two days and my last one was a thank you and a poem.
I get it.
Kids, it’s grey here. I am getting the feelings of face scratching desperation that are usually reserved for January and February in Michigan.
Need I remind you that it is only November?
Who benefits from grey skies. I have thought about this a lot and I can’t think of any scale that would be tipped if there were less clouds.
This might be a cry for help.
Be strong, friend, be strong.
We have to find our sunshine in other places… we must be creative – or the darkness will overcmmmmmmm. We Michiganders are hearty (we somehow manage to survive the cold and the hot and the grey year after yr), stubborn (see previous), creative (we have to be), and nuts for living here all year. I get it! We only have approx. 6 months yet. Then it will be SPRING. We can make it. One inspired sunbeam at a time.
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