Sigh...

I don't have much to say and probably won't stop back by until early April.

Don't know why. Maybe something will cheer me up before then.

I doubt it.

Maybe this will sum up what's wrong with me:

Wind on the Wheat
You ask me for the sweetest sound
mine ears have ever heard?
sweeter than the ripples' plash,
or trilling of a bird,
Than tapping of the rain-drops
upon the roof at night,
Than the sighing of the pine-trees
on yonder mountain height

And I tell you, these are tender,
yet never quite so sweet
As the murmur and the cadence
of the wind across the wheat.