This has been a fairly difficult week. All I can say is thank Christ it was really bloody nice outside. I woke up this morning to the snow sky and the yellow leaves on the lawn and I immediately felt crestfallen and very, very tired. It also occurred to me that I pissed away my summer vacation sitting on the couch waiting to find something to say. Oh sure, we went to the beach a few times, and I ferried the kids to and from activities and sleepovers and the farm and PA and what-have-you.
And, of course, it was Visiting Season. We had Visitors at the house every weekend but two.
But today I seem to be being hit with the full weight of fall, the faery voices are whispering in the trees, “winter is coming! She is coming!” Although I am exhausted, my mind whirls and reels, and, well, now is not the time I want my mind to be whirling. I’m not ready for this change.