Last night I predicted that it'll be a warm, dry winter. The leaves--on the first weekend of November--are only just now getting around to falling. Peak color was last week.
We normally have all the leaves down by November; and the week-long, cold, soaking rain thing is usually over by mid-October.
But it has, as I said, rained all day (at least as far as I can tell) and the "pewter skies are gray", to borrow a bad heavy metal lyric. It's the perfect overcast--heavy, leaden clouds--and it's hard to believe that maybe a mile or two up, it's bright and sunny.
I went back to sleep after Mrs. Fungus went to work--she took yesterday off and is working today--and woke up hungry yet out of sorts in the afternoon. Turns out that I'm a bit depressed, which is not entirely unexpected or surprising considering the circumstance. I did just lose a really, really good job that I liked, after all, and even though I have an interview lined up tomorrow I still can't help feeling kind of panicky about where the money's going to come from.
So I sat in the living room and listened to the rain drum on the top of the fireplace flue rain shield, trying to figure out what to do with my afternoon besides the obvious "get ready for interview tomorrow" chores. Ended up tinkering a little bit with the computer stuff--mainly going through old hard drives and deleting superfluous junk. Looked through some stuff downstairs and found a couple VHS tapes I'll never need, and dumped them, and rearranged one shelf to better fit stuff; but I feel so listless that nothing interests me. Even after sleeping in, I feel like I could sleep more, and in fact that activity is the only one which appeals to me.
Oh, well. Could be worse, right?