with a banjo on my knees.

i think of wintering elsewhere. but what about copp? i'm ashamed i haven't learned how to live. every winter i suppose i say i cant go on i go on.
winter though has yet to begin. let's see if i am here next week. i'm melodramatic, yesss. maybe this blog is too moribund and i should take a blogholiday until i feel better.