It has been a brutally abrupt seasonal transition this fall with the weather and my mood. The depth of my funk is not necessarily any deeper than "normal" for this time of year, it just came on with such ferocity that it nearly incapacitated me. At this moment I believe that the worst has passed and I am left with washing and stacking a mess of dirty dishes. A day on the water, some sunlight, a couple of good gigs and love are launching this monkey back into the woods where it belongs.
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