Dim Down

Sweeping the leaves out of my inbox, after awakening late. The sky is down low: the color of milk. Most of the trees are newly bare. I have a dull headache, a rapidly evaporating memory of a dream that I had last night (mostly the ocean, with a side-trip to strange cathedral-like brick building in artistic disarray) and a copy of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, that I plan on watching this dim Sunday...