In Search of Sunlight

Today was bitterly cold. Not so much because of the temperature, but due to the dampness and lack of sun. A dreary day, when the heating in my house was confused, thinking it plenty warm enough, no need to cut on. But the damp penetrated, my bones were chilled, and my sciatica drove me into my bed and under the covers to finish reading Anne Patchett's "This Is The Story Of A Happy Marriage". Anne is good company. And I survived the damp. Even so, when it came to a possible blip, I relinquished yet another Camellia shot for the sake of a sunny backblip (or two). See extra...