A gray day

Welcome to December, and the encroaching color of the season! It is … dunh da dunh dunh da daaaaaaa!

It was just everywhere today. Couldn’t be helped. Whoever was painting today only had one color in their palette. Whoever was lighting the day only had reflecting screens. Whoever wrote this day spent four or five solid hours debating between “gray” and “grey.”

Today, it was gray. As we move on, we’ll go to the more conventional spelling.

It doesn’t look grey yet. But it will.

But don’t let that weather fool you. It was a lovely day, otherwise. Spirits were high! Good times were in the air! We had a lovely night in the studio and a full day around the building before that. And when I went home, sometime after 8 p.m., I got to head into a long, long weekend. The skies were low, morale is actually very high!

You just couldn’t see it because of my mask.

The daily duds: Pictures of clothes I put here to, hopefully, help avoid embarrassing scheme repeats. And isn’t this an interesting coincidence …

Gray!

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