25
Jan
Dismal isn’t a word one gets to use very often. But I finally found enough courage to fling open the massive curtains on on the windows of our hotel room in Reno and found that “dismal” was the first word that sprung to mind. The mountains are not in evidence, having been hidden behind a thick light-gray curtain of absolute uniform intensity. In short, the entire world now looks like my hair and my mood.