So dull and dark are the November days,
The lazy mist high up the evening curled,
And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze;
The place we occupy seems all the world.
John Clare, November
Oh, my, November is living up to its reputation. I'm surprised I even woke up this morning. I came downstairs and turned on all the lights I had turned off last night. This house indeed "seems all the world."
You can almost see the slow drizzle outside.
I even turned on the outside lights!