Wednesday, December 2
The candles glow in the midday light, which scarcely exists. Indoors we have to have the lights on in every room that we use. The sky has no features, just a uniform gray.
In this kind of weather, and with access to Arcada almost impossible now, it becomes easy to grind to a halt. It seems hard to muster much enthusiasm.
On this kind of day I understand why some animals hibernate although, looking round, many of them locally appear to have lost the habit. I can still see squirrels, and I saw a large rabbit while I went walking this morning. The birds I expected to have gone by now appear to have opted to stay.
Maybe they have left a gap in the hibernation market which I could happily fill. See you at Easter.