November 25th, 2020


"Looks like it might snow," said Wendy.

But it didn't. The sky was grey but not quite grey enough- and anyway the temperature was too high.

What it did- off and on- was drizzle.

It got to me. I felt dull.

And what's wrong with that?

Dull is valid.

Dull is restful.

"Be happy to be dull." I tell myself.