nothanx

I'm alive, obviously. I've just been sleeping overly much.
(never can compromise; it's one extreme or the other)
I went for a walk down that steep hill, to the river, sat there for a bit,
until my fingers were numb, and I could no longer hold my cigarette.
I followed the railroad tracks for a bit, but I gave up soon enough,
and came back inside.
I was soaked by the end of it,
as there was a lovely combination of sleet and snow outside.
I didn't mind much, though.

I haven't seen the sun in such a long time. I'm really envious of where you are.
At least in Minneapolis, things get frigid, but the days are mostly sunny.
I've learned that's not the case here.