Woe is me.
The leaves are gone.
Sunsets are all gray.
The galactic center is on the wrong side of the globe at night.
I live too far south for Northern Lights.
Bugs are all dead for the winter.
Flowers are all dead for the winter.
Nobody gets married in February.
I'm too poor to travel to alpine places.
That's an excuse
I'm really too fat and lazy to go climbing alpine places.
Not really "con" season.
And I don't really have a connection here who is into that sort of thing.
And I'm shy.
Deer don't like having things pointed at them this time of year.
Old war buddy is living in my "studio" until he finds work.
Not that that matters because:
Kids are tired of my shit.
Wife is tired of my shit.
Dog is tired of my shit.
Nobody wants to see pictures of my cat.
Paying some girl to get naked in my basement seems skeevy as fuck.
Would also make the wife super tired of my shit.
None of my friends are attractive young nudists who live in large well-lit places.
Way to drop the ball friends.
Woe is me.
Macro tree blossoms are coming.