Okay, so, now I guess it’s winter for real: the frigid air and the afternoon darkness leave no room for debating it. That’s a pity, really, because I’m still very much in an autumnal frame of mind. I’m still thinking about pumpkins and candy corn, but all the shops are displaying snowmen and Christmas lights. It’s just not right. I think I’m always a few months behind, somehow; I’ll probably be revving up into full Christmas spirit at around, oh, the end of January.

I’m having a hard time coming to terms with both the temperature (which plummeted over the weekend) and the darkness. When I looked out the window half an hour ago - at 4:30 PM - it was already dark. Like, nighttime dark. Okay, maybe not quite that dark - but dark enough for it to feel like it should be evening rather than late afternoon. I wouldn’t mind so much, but my body is telling me that it’s time to stop working for the day, to enjoy a nice meal, and to settle down in front of the television or with a good book - and my watch is telling me that I’ve still got several hours of work to go before any of that can happen.

So this is just a pointless blog entry to say that I’m cold, I’m tired, and I don’t feel like doing any work. And now that I’ve had a little public whine, I feel much better. Thank you.

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