Dementor

Tonight, while walking down University Avenue in Palo Alto, we spied some Christmas Carolers. As we passed them, they seemed to get quieter and quieter as if they were losing their voices. Only after we crossed the street, their volume and tone returned to joyeux. At that moment Ben called me a dementor -- as in Harry Potter -- and I could only agree that I sap all joy from people. It has a lot to do with the cold I'm suffering from, I guess. Yeah, that's it.