What a grey, slushy, wet, muddy day! It’s disgusting out there! And now the temperature is dropping and the wind is picking up; it is altogether funky.

I feel like maybe my brain is beginning to atrophy. With DH gone so much, it seems like my life consists of nothing but dishwashing, cooking, laundry, and cleaning. With a sprinkling of homeschooling and farming.

You know what? I think I may finally have cabin fever! That explains a lot. Usually I’ve gotten it much earlier than this, so really, I’ve been lucky this year. OK, I feel better—I can handle a little cabin fever.

The girls and I brought down a box full of my old cassette tapes today and they got a kick out of listening to them: Michelle Shocked, The Andrews Sisters, some very old Linda Ronstadt, The Eagles. It’s really fun watching the girls get into music that I was into so many years ago. It gives me a funny sense of time slippage; come to think of it, that may have something to do with my melancholia tonight.