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I hate this time of the year. There's something of a storm going on outside. Cold and wet and dark and depressing. It seems even worse out here in the countryside than I think it should. Maybe I should stop staring out through this foggy window, out on the muddy yard where a few brown leaves still cling to the trees even with the very unkind winds. It's all just skeletal branches, yellow grass and mud. The damned mud that never dries up and never freezes in this weather. Can't set foot outside without having it cling to my boots and nearly slip in it. We can't even drive the car all the way up to the house anymore.
It just wears me down.
It just wears me down.