The sun declined to come out today, and so did I. After yesterdayís sudden return of spring, I thought I might spend some time today rooting through the garage for all the Christmas decorations I hid away last year, when I took them down (which, come to think of it, was more like February of this year).
But no, winter is back. Winter doesnít start officially for a week and a half, but Iíve already had my fill of it. These dark days do me no good at all. It gets to be 4:30 in the afternoon, and itís too dark to see, so I turn on every light and close every blind and curtain. Iíd already spent the day trying to keep the darkness from seeping in, and that was enough. Itís like living in freaking Lapland with the freaking reindeer.
So, no festive dťcor just yet. With less than two weeks to go, and all holiday celebrations being held at other peopleís houses, Iím wondering if itís even worth it to dress up my own. I havenít even managed to get myself in the mood to listen to the seasonal stations that I get on my satellite radio, or to play any of my Christmas CDs. I donít mind hearing the songs, but I donít go seeking them out.
Yeah, of course it could be worse. I could live in Minnesota (no, I really couldnít), where the stadium roof collapses from the snow. It could be raining hard and steady, day after day, as it has in winters past (and might still this winter). But I can only think one day at a time when these dark days set in.