The Raven (Poe)…such a fitting poem for a day like today, cold and wet, with ravens.  The warm 60s are just a memory of (literally) yesterday.  All of December is a month best left behind, in my opinion.  Especially for folks with very limited income, it sucks to feel so ungenerous, but it’s not intended, it’s just reality.  The greed frenzy swirling around us like those dead leaves will soon fade into the inevitable compost, as it were.  Then we can all get back to normal subsistence.  Enjoy these ravens (and Misu lounging in luxury, oblivious to holiday hysteria).