It’s properly winter. The leaves, so colourful two weeks ago, are now drifting down the street collecting spiders. We’ve had a few bright, cloudless days, but mostly it’s been gloom.
I’m reaping what I’ve sown in hyperactivity. My final assignment is due, I have a job interview and I’m sick. All in one week.
My muse knows it’s winter. She’s hibernating. Uninspired, I’ve been ignoring blogging, journalling or any other re-examination of my thoughts.
Could somebody please wake me up for Remembrance Day?