I was up all night with flu-like symptoms, and now have some trouble with breathing when laying down. If no better tomorrow, I will see a doctor. So I will be taking a break for a few days. If I do get better, I need to do some Christmas things. I'll sign off with these beautiful trees we passed this weekend.
The breath of autumn had already passed along the foliage, and a coming death had spread over its hues golden, brown and crimson—a strange gaiety of decay, which, with all its beauty, carries an idea of sadness into one's heart.
~T.H.E., "The German's Daughter"