November 12th, 2017

caillebotte_man at his window

The Persistent Damp

Hours of overcast and chill, and Sunday stillness broken now and then by crows squawking, have left me with a strange combination of ennui and anxiety. The turbine vent on the roof has been squeaking when there is enough breeze to turn it, as it does when it gets damp. Everything is still damp, even though there has been no rain all day. It feels like it will never be dry again, and the weather forecast adds convincing evidence that it certainly won't be dry anytime soon.

For the most part, I just feel a bit dazed. The feral cats don't seem to mind, though. They are probably just glad that the rain is over for now. As for me, I'm thinking pie might help. It probably can't hurt, in any case, and since my mind is more blank than not, I might as well turn my attention to baked triviality. With luck it will provide me with sufficient distraction from the thought of that dark sky up there that keeps threatening to fall on me.

Collapse )