This morning unfurling itself
I have awoken surly.
The low clouds match my mood
The sky is surly, too.
.
Inside the house,
the Christmas mess mocks
in its surly aftermath.
.
The snow plow
dragging itself through the city
scrapes with surly determination.
.
My surly swirl of grumpiness
has me in good company,
it seems.
Shawn L. Bird 
My surlometer is registering in the benign range, but can go to Danger at any time. 🙂
lol
I think it’s post-holiday drop. Not that I was particularly effervescent any time this week. 🙂
You are right – it’s definitely post-holiday drop. Other bloggers are in the same space…
Good to know I’m not alone.
Ah, the days after all the festivities… there’s a lot of cleaning up to do!
Even when there are only two people, few gifts, and no company to prepare for.
The overload, then the crash.
Which would make sense if I’d overloaded, but it was essentially an ordinary day for us, aside from dinner at my mom’s. That’s only vaguely ‘unordinary.’ Perhaps it’s just the hype? Or the emotional thing? I don’t know.
The season around here is just fine, if you care for shades of gray.
At the moment it’s monochromatic outside my window, as well.