Not one to bitch
about being employed and working in a nice office with a bunch of agreeable folks while doing interesting work,
but I confess
that doing those things on the 28th floor during Boston's Day 3 of foggy, rainy gustiness
and ending with a 4:28 p.m. sunset
has gotten me not wanting to
blog (which is probably OK, since I know y'all forgive the occasional lethargic writer)
or run (which is probably not OK since I haven't run since Saturday)
or browse OKCupid! (which is probably OK, since I had a nice date on Sunday night and we seem to still be talking)
or sit on a folding chair in a church basement for 3 hours of council discussion (which is probably not OK, since 'tis better to be a cheerful giver of time and talent if you're going to give it)
or go home after the meeting and (finally) repair my bike's flat tire (which is probably OK since tomorrow is supposed to be cold, again, and gusty, again, and I'll probably wimp out anyway).
I am, however, in the mood to go to sleep.
Must be November, eh?