It’s been such a strange week. I keep having sharp depressive attacks that morph into maudlin moods. At least the weather has finally turned. The first day of the rain, as I was waiting on Pecos and Flamingo for the bus, I heard the PA at the gas station/car wash across the street playing “About the Weather”. The gray clouds and strong wind made me ache for redwoods and deer, or maybe a raccoon or squirrel as well.