I usually like this time of year, but lately I’m ready for it to be done. It’s probably because I was sick middle of November with a nasty chest cold and now I’m sure I have an ear infection and sore throat. I’m also exhausted.
And I still have holiday shopping I need to do. Is it obvious I don’t want to do it?
There are still things I need to do for my novel to be ready for my novel to be released and while I ‘m doing my best to stay on top of it, I want to crawl into my bed and bury myself under every blanket there is in my home.
I’m whining, I know. And it feels good to do so. But I’ll get it done. While the holidays are my favorite time of the year, winter is not.
I’ll survive it, though. Like I have for the majority of my life living on the East coast.
I just spend a lot of the cold season wishing I hadn’t taken the summer for granted. Again.