Rambling Through The Fog

Foggy night turns into foggy day. As I look out my window these last few mornings, I see the misty build up of fog. It's as if my windows were covered with a fine dirt that bends and shapes what little light we have in Wisconsin at 6:30 am.
It's depressing when we are subjected to this gloom for long periods of time. And we have been experiencing this midwinter event for over a week now.
The good news is the temperature is finally above freezing. The ice, that formed after the rain and sleet covered the area, is slowly melting.
This weather, with its attendant propensity to depress, comes amongst a continuous stream of bad news that only feeds the funk.
My recipe for ascending above this morass of gloom? No TV News. No online news sites. Renew my intentions at writing fiction and honing my Harmonica skills. Oh yeah, and practice playing BlackJack online. (I don't actually gamble).

We are watching "Homeland " again. Last night, we finished Season 5. So officially now, we have caught up with "Homeland" and "The Affair." We finished "Goliath." Maria is watching "Gilmore Girls"' and I'm embroiled in "sense8."

At the movie theater, we watched "LaLa Land" and "20th Century Women".
Our regular film group of four had mixed reactions to these films. The strangest reaction was to the film "20 Century Women." Both I and the other guy loved it. The ladies? Not so much. Kind of nuts when the arc of the films bigger story was the mom, played by Annette Bening, realizes how her job as single mom worked out pretty well considering her constant feeling it wasn't.

In a couple of hours, our Packers will play for the right to be in the Super Bowl. I can't decide if I am able emotionally t watch. This my friends is part of becoming old. Emotions become stronger and are felt more intensely. I know. It's just a game. I'll accept that if they win.

PS: The game is over. I don't want to talk about it.

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