Welcome to the working week

A picture from the train on my way back to New York last week. It's a dreary morning, but fortunately not that dreary.

"Dreary" is one of those very useful words where sound and meaning are a perfect match. It always makes me think of Tennyson:

She only said, 'The day is dreary,
He cometh not,' she said
She said, 'I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead I were in bed!'