There is an icy wind coming, but it is not here yet.  Instead, the air is still, 19 degrees.  Everything is grayish-white, surrounded what the weather.gov site calls a “freezing fog*.”  It suits my mood, so I slip outside for a morning’s walk.

I live in an uncertain neighborhood.  

I’m such a loser.

Such a total loser.

I’m starting to feel really good about it.

Wow!  Turns out there’s hope for me after all!

See, I was just reading that scientists have created a “tearless” onion by using “gene silencing.”