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There are shadows stretched long on the morning road
I think the time change has broken my already tenuous relationship with the concept of circadian rhythms: normally it's just tiring to lose an hour, but this year I have almost ceased to be able to fall or stay asleep and the results are predictable. I am disappointed in the third or fourth projected snowstorm this winter that arrived as rain and flurries melted by the next day. Have a couple of pictures from the neighborhood which I have been exploring.
It's the same line of the commuter rail; it runs under different bridges now.
One approaches the Mystic from different angles likewise.
I didn't realize the legendary Sav-Mor Liquors had a local satellite, but since I get depressed every time I drive past the dust-flattened demolition site on McGrath, I appreciate finding out.
I am having a lot of trouble with the state of just about everything. I recognize it is not a unique or soluble problem.
It's the same line of the commuter rail; it runs under different bridges now.
One approaches the Mystic from different angles likewise.
I didn't realize the legendary Sav-Mor Liquors had a local satellite, but since I get depressed every time I drive past the dust-flattened demolition site on McGrath, I appreciate finding out.
I am having a lot of trouble with the state of just about everything. I recognize it is not a unique or soluble problem.
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It's reassuring to hear it's not just me, except I'm sorry.
Wishing you more sleep and snow.
Thank you. Likewise, really.