The Return of "Single Digits"

Last week saw the season ushered in properly with temperatures, and corresponding mood, begin their inexorable slide into darkness. Reposting this classic as complaining a sense of humor is indispensable defense against ecodepression, not that anything you do matters beyond simple endurance. It helps immeasurably that there is a trio of moose galumph around the cabin (cow with two yearlings) and the families of Red squirrels and Grey jays all keep up their cacophony, serving as a daily reminder that life goes on. Albeit just a bit slower now.