The rainy chill's edge has sharpened, and the packs of lunchtime runners has thinned so that I was only passed once, and passed once. At work I had two different meetings with fifteen minutes notification, but both were surprisingly productive, and afterwards I was finally able to sink into the backlog of creative work I've built up from weeks of frozen ennui.
After a long, complicated number of phone calls, it looks like I'll buy a plane ticket tomorrow for my mother to come down for Thanksgiving.
At least some of my creativity-- the active creation-- is shaking loose again.