Monday is the darkest day of the year, and I can't figure out how it could be any darker than today. It's straight-up noon right now, and a blue, blue haze of dimness is over everything. There might be sun, somewhere at the horizon, above the snow clouds. Maybe. I'm beginning to think that the sun is a lie. Just a fiction we tell ourselves to get through the night.
I'm not that crazy yet. Just getting there.
Work is making me work today. But I got to work-not-work yesterday and do artwork:
My brain is making me do more work on the Torn World site. It will be worth it, I keep telling myself. It will be AWESOME and perfect.