Still Here

Another Friday afternoon and I'm still in this house. It's beautiful here, especially this time of year. The leaves have all come out. The daffodils and violets are blooming. The lilacs will be next. In spring time you won't find a place that is much more charming to look at than this. But I still don't want to be here. This is a war of attrition, but I refuse to give. The word weary does often spring to mind, though.