Malaise

It’s been raining and/or gloomy for days on end now, and the air is thick and warm, saturated with moisture. Kind of oppressive, actually. I mean if you let that sort of thing get to you.

And how could you not after so many days of it?

When I came home today, I saw this photo as the background page on my husband’s computer screen.

 

He decided to take some portraits of George today and I commented on how much I liked this one. He said he had more, but that “George just wasn’t into it at all.”

He told me to go ahead and look on the camera chip because he’d taken several photos and George wasn’t having any of it. And when I looked, I saw exactly what he meant.

 

He had a general air of disinterest about the whole session.

And George usually loves the camera.

 

Judy’s flowers were cooperative, though.

(I love this color.)

 

But George would’ve rather been taking a nap.

 

 

My husband said he asked him what the problem was.

 

 

And then he began

 

 

to slink away.

 

It was just another

dismal day.

:  :  :

 

But as I write this, the sun has burst through the darkened skies, the humidity is lifting, and I can feel a lightness to the air which suddenly feels a little more like

~ October ~

And my husband is making dinner tonight.

And feeling much better.