Somewhere in the past week the switch has been flicked. That switch labelled WINTER, which means that the beginning of the Long, Hard Slog Through the Darkness has begun.
Maybe it was the first big winter storm that did it. It didn’t seem like it was a terribly severe storm from our snug upstairs bedroom where the rain beat against the skylight in sheets and waves. But it was severe enough to bring landslides of silt and clay into the resevoirs that feed the city its water supply and now we aren’t supposed to drink the brown, cloudy water that comes out of the tap.
Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve only seen the mountains that surround the city once since we moved in here, and when I did there was snow on them.
Maybe it’s the pressure I am putting on myself to get christmas cards in the mail, get presents chosen and bought, get airline tickets booked and get the house in order so that I can start putting decorations up.
Maybe I should just look into getting one of those full-spectrum SAD lights.
It’s not all bad though. Look at how Beatrice lets her hand just hover there while she sleeps!

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