My concept of November: recliner, wood stove, snuggly cat and seed catalogues
My body and mind are at war with my to-do list. They are protesting-whining even- that it's November and they're still working. It's cold! It's dark! they cry. But somehow, I drag them unwillingly through the day's list. It's just a matter of principal to them. November=the lazy season. It still is. One can hardly say that working 10-3 is working hard. But still, my mind and body fight me every step of the way. Isn't it time for reclining in front of the wood stove and gazing longingly at seed catalogues?