I'm tired, it's getting cold. I feel my fire gradually snuffing out for the season. I don't like the feeling. But in this moment, I'm like, "why fight it." Maybe it's not accepting cold (ha) hard truth of a seasonal change that makes me more upset than I need to be about this sort of thing.
I had my class today. Useful information, but it's about as dry as can be for a class called "clown studies."