Gloom abideth

Gray again this morning.  Don't even have a bike ride to brighten the horizon.

October in Maine should offer better.

In addition to all the *other* campaign-season crap...

Now I'm getting computer-dialed phone calls from T. Boone Pickens.

He ain't even running for office.

Oscillations

Meanwhile, the stock market continues to bounce around like a leaf on a small pond with a large rock tossed in.  Which may be analogy on several levels.

Small triumphs

Just finished a concept layout for the sixth floor of the Starling Graveyard.  Thus endeth the lesson, floors first through fifth being in the bag.

Hey, we takes celebrations where we finds them.

(Well, after I put some labels on things and print them and deliver them to client/contractor, then it endeth.)

Note on the gloomy atmosphere

According to the nightly weather report, year-to-date we have something like 6" more rain than normal.  And we've lost 4 hours of daylight since the solstice . . .