I was going to write all about my Herculean (or Sisyphean) efforts to combat the November malaise that has settled upon me like a wet, gray blanket on a cold day.
Part-way through that exercise, I bored myself silly and didn’t like the whiny misanthrope I was fast becoming. Even the remedies I concocted to combat my sour …
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