Feeling tired, feeling sick, no writing yesterday due to standing water in the basement and the resultant plumber-related timesink, and not much today either. (Yeah, I know, I promised not to talk about myself. To quote Guindon, "I don't want to wallow in self-pity, but can I maybe dip my toes in a little?")
So I'll just leave you with this thought: Nature worship would never have gotten started if the human race had come out of Minnesota because nature spends six months of the year inconveniencing us and the other six actively trying to kill us.
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