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Feeling disheartened tonight. I shouldn't be. I mean, I managed to clean the wax off my glass-topped table, which if you've ever tried to clean wax off things, you would know is a triumph. Also put away the clean sheets and towels, cleaned the sink and toilet, and wrote an exciting (I hope) death scene. I had a Zoom with friends in which we shared some favorite poems, so that was fun. The Sparrowhawk even made me some bacon! Nevertheless . . . Perhaps it's because the year is getting darker. As my Facebook memory kindly reminded me, the sun won't last past 7 pm again until next April. We should live so long. Or that we watched the season finale of Rings of Power, and it was a confusing, bollixed-up mess. Better luck tomorrow. Maybe the cold rain will stop dripping.