No Depression!

No, I am not referring to the classic alt-country album of the same name. Instead, yesterday morning Seattle was one-half inch away from tying the record for the wettest November since the 1850s, when the city was founded. By the end of the day, we had surpassed that record with two weeks left in the month. Which is to say that it has been dark and dreary around here on an epic scale. My point isn't the rain itself, but that mid-November is usually the tag end of my autumnal depression, often triggered by nasty weather. Mysteriously, I haven't been depressed this fall for the first time in...I don't know how long, despite some rather large outside stressors.

I think I have been too busy to let the black dog in the door. But, then, I don't even hear him pawing at the door.

I wish similar good fortune to everyone.