Sensing A Theme
Grey, grey day. There are five leaves on the one tree I see, none on the next, and one on the last. It’s cold, dark and grey. It snowed again last night, but we also had a pretty heavy windstorm, so it all blew away. Grey, grey, grey. I don’t want to work today, just sleep it all away. Lunch was a couple of Triscuits and some tuna. It tasted grey.
