These affairs, like the snows of yesteryear, are ephemeral and once gone leave nothing tangible behind.

Ennui sets in and I can't finish a single blogpost.  

Many events, travels, plays, men of all stripes.

Neighbourhood stuffed with Teslas, woodpeckers chased away by crows.

I'm going to pretend to take an official break.

 Although 'official' doesn't enter my lexicon much.