Head on the door.

Drop off. Hmm.

Stare long enough into the abyss ... well, you know the rest.

Feeling kind of disjointed. Dreading trying to get to work tomorrow through the tundra. I'm done with winter. It hasn't snowed much this year, but it's snowed enough. I can't shake this funk. I don't know how much the season has to do with it, exactly, but it's certainly not helping.

Bed time, then. Before this ends up somewhere it doesn't need to go.