Trash day

I wake up this morning and there’s light in the room. I ask Siri the weather question and she says 18º. And I can hear the wind. The sky is a joyless gray. I pull on a jacket, slap a label on my bag, and trudge it to the curb.

Somehow it’s worse when you see it coming.

Now the sun is up and right in my face when last month it was way over there this time of day. So something’s going on, and maybe it’s good. We’ll see.