11:35am still means morning. It's a gray day, and I'm not morose, nor rankled with ennui... altogether this seems a good thing. I made it to the dog park and back without a headache or even squinting. Usually, the diffuse light of gray days hurts my eyes, causing nasty headaches that start like a vice gripping down, then tightening until I swear my skull is breaking and my brainmeats scream like a lobster in hot water. But that doesn't seem to happen here.