pathetic fallacy, the weather appears to be mirroring my response to a weekend of marking papers. Gloomy!
Heck, I'm even close to assuming that these ships sulk on the horizon because they share the pain of my right wrist, inflamed from hours of wielding a green marking pen.
If anyone has any suggestions for mink-shifting OR for mood-lifting, please share! (although for the latter, I only have to look at the latest pictures of my newest granddaughter, or remember a conversation with my older one.