Oh this weather. This dreadful weather. I love the seasons, I really do, but this in-between stuff just makes me want to lay on the couch and nap for hours. The dark, the rain, the cold – it’s a recipe for hibernation that’s hard to ignore.
I have a lot of projects I want to get to now that I have the time, but the motivation is gone. I get all revved up at work with ideas of all the great things I will do later on because my evening is wide open, and once I get home … nothing happens.
I get home, it’s dark, I walk the dog in the cutting wind or the prickly rain, and when I get back I just want to curl up in a ball and watch four episodes of Dr. Who back to back. (I’m about to begin watching season four of the new series, for you Whovians out there.)
Each time I think I’m really going to get to it, but no. I have lists of all the things I plan to do. Short term, long term, lists for the day, the afternoon, bucket lists, gift lists, and so many others. I’ve forgotten lists I’ve made and find them from time to time. Sometimes I save them, because reviewing them after years have passed can be interesting and entertaining. They reflect what was on my mind and important to me at the time.