Gray

[rejectomorph]

Overcast and a strange sleep pattern made Thursday disorienting. The feral cats ran on the roof, and later there was distant thunder. Though they sounded alike these events were not related. I didn't turn the lights on until dusk, and the rooms were thus relentlessly gloomy. It suited the mood I developed as a result of not getting my head yanked. The yanking will take place Friday. I expect to be more cheerful then.