It Begins

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Yes.  That is snow.  That is snow shot against the street light in our alley, and it’s that dark at 5:30 pm.  But, I did get some full-spectrum lightbulbs, thanks to the sage advice of a writer friend in the Pacific Northwest (where, another friend who lives there said, the streetlights came on at 2:30 in the afternoon this week), and they actually do seem to help.  I’m feeling better, and the snow looked quite beautiful coming down (even if the photo doesn’t). Now I’ll work on the puppy and the winning lottery ticket and the whisky, not necessarily in that order.