1.13.02 – it’s a cold rain / it’s a hard rain / like the kind you find in songs

it was precipitating heavily on my way home from work this evening; i can’t tell exactly what is falling, rain or snow. it hits the pavement with a wet *splat* like rain, but in pool of the street lamp it has form and substance like snow. i wouldn’t mind some more snow – the seven feet of snow we had over christmas is almost gone, and the buffalo that is emerging is an ugly grey january buffalo that i could do without.

seasonal affective disorder has arrived: i can feel the winter doldrums settling around me, nestling in for a long winter’s nap. demons, begone!