Yo estoy dormiendo.

I left the hospital late yesterday afternoon, and as the ER doors slid open and I walked out, a feeling was there to greet me as I did so.  It was a...

November gray,

And cold the day.

Follow me the leader.

....kind of feeling.

Not that it was November...nor was I following anyone, or being followed. 

I think I'm ready to officially say that I don't like NY weather.  And I'm not just saying that because I'm coming from a place that had sun at least 350 days a year if not more.  But NY is so foggy.  There's always fog.  More fog than rain.  More fog than Illinois.  Makes me feel like I'm restrained.  Like I'm not going anywhere.

But, there's some sun trying to peak through today.  It always does.

Hasta!