What is it about the weeks after Christmas that fills me with such lethargy? Perhaps I overindulged? Perhaps it is the knowledge that winter’s grip is really in its infancy and we have several more weeks of bitter winds and bracing frigid temperatures yet to endure.
It’s only the 9th of January after all. Time to count my blessings once again, to acknowledge the warm house I live in and food on my plate. What is it about the cold that makes me turn into a whining, complaining ass? (Mostly I talk to myself about all that I dislike about winter, so don’t worry. I won’t go into my litany of complaints here.)
I hope and pray to get through yet another winter with some semblance of sanity and grace. I have been told, though don’t take this as a fact – it isn’t – that human beings also have within our DNA a left-over metabolic mechanism that causes us to be sleepier in winter and with a tendency to do much less than usual – not unlike hibernating bears, but not, of course, to the same extent. Well, that makes sense to me. Short, cold days make me want to curl up with a good book and wait for Spring. Maybe I am part bear, but I hope I don’t go about growling too much!