“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.”
~ Andrew Wyeth
A strange lethargy has overtaken me, kittens. I’m busier at work than I’ve ever been in recent memory and when I get home I’m wiped. Things like making dinner seem outrageously hard, the thought of cleaning or straightening anything is downright laughable, and I’m in bed early. Ever since my relaxing Thanksgiving holiday, anything past 10:30pm feels late.
Winter hibernation has moved in and is here to stay until March at the earliest.
I had great ambitions last night of making a curry for dinner, snatching a sweater on sale, buying wrapping gear for some presents, wrapping said presents, and folding laundry. I managed the sweater and wrapping boxes and called it quits. J. and I watched a few missed TV episodes, got hamburgers, and cuddled on the couch instead. We regret nothing.
We finally got our first December snow, we had to turn on our heater for the first time, we’re buying a box of clementines and a couple of pomegranates a week, and the sun goes down before I get out of work – I think it’s winter, guys. Anyone else up for a few months’ long nap?