Three straight days of fog and I’m already feeling a touch of Seasonal Affective Disorder.
I’m not exactly sad, but I am craving a bit of sunlight.
Then there’s a different kind of fog happening at a certain unnamed convention, everything obscured in lies and rhetoric and hate speech. I am feeling deeply sad about that, a victim of a new disorder that I hope we cure in November:
If you catch my meaning.
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