Seasonal depression settled in, more or less on schedule, coloring the world gray. The pain behind his right eye grew to match the pain behind the left, which encouraged him to spend most days with his eyes closed, so the chromatic change did not bother him quite as much as it might if the sinus medication actually worked. Still, he managed to continue with his work, folding flyers for a realtor and stuffing them into pre-labeled envelopes and affixing the correct postage. He held no allusions that anyone would read the flyers; the certainty that the unopened envelopes were destined for the trash bin, or the recycling bin in the more progressive homes, did not discourage nearly as much as the diminutive amount he earned from the task.