Monday, December 9, 2019

A gray morning in America's Best Community

I didn't get much sleep last night. I woke up around 3 a.m. thinking about ... well, the thoughts were not all pleasant. Eventually I fell back into sleep for about half an hour before I surrendered to my late-night restlessness and got up around 6.

To settle my soul, I went down to the river, where I can usually find some calm. I found calm, all right. The surface was glass, but the morning was chill and cloudy and gray. There was a slight sprinkle. Not the heavy rain that sucks all the joy out of your life, but a pesty one, like a younger sibling.

I got a few shots and went to work in my role as a thought leader of the Huntington-Ashland metropolitan area.

Now here it is night, and I'm recovering from spending two hours on the phone with my cell phone carrier asking why it takes two months to replace a phone that died while it was still under warranty.

On the bright side, I got to spend a few minutes with my older granddaughter, so there was some joy in this drab day.

Tomorrow night we could get some snow. When do pitchers and catchers report?