I’m not entirely sure what my damage has been for the past two days. I thought I was coming down with a cold, but it turned out to be an acute attack of allergies. I’m sleeping a lot and my enthusiasm is a deep shade of Blah. One friend suggests I have become sensitive to barometric changes. Personally, I think it’s just the curse of January.
January has always been the least spectacular month of the year. No major holidays (at least fun ones like Halloween or Christmas) and everything just appears to be grey. Grey skies, grey ground, grey people who are recuperating from the previous two months of “cheer”, grey work cubicles, and sheer grey boredom.
I’m trying to merely float on the surface of this January Grey, rather than allow it to pull me down into its murky and stinky depths. Toodling around on the computer has helped (Google Chrome extensions for Mac has been released!!), as has the butterscotch purring of my furkid, Jameson. He helps chase the whispy grey tendrils away.
Tomorrow will be a treat. One of my best friends and I are meeting up for coffee and knitting. Not necessarily Pints & Purls, but more like Lattes & Knits? Steamed Stitches? Expresso Yarnings?