There was a time, many years ago, I marked lost days with an L. So there you go, as this was surely a lost day. The depression simply overwhelmed me, and I was no match for it.
Ovecast most of the day. Our high was (so far) 84F.
I have things I want to say, but I am afraid to say any of them.
Later,
Aunt Beast
11:21 a.m.