'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

I hadn't realized there was a pattern until this past week, but it appears as if we get along poorly, January and I. I think it'll take a few days to get back on my feet again, from whatever punch it feels like I've been delivering myself for the past 10 days or so, but mercifully, the month is very nearly over.

Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
(a,lT)