I'm working on another Poem in a Shop poem & I have this great idea, but I think that perhaps I should sleep on it. My great ideas could often use a little beauty sleep. If I don't use it I'll probably share it with you guys anyway because why should Dr. M & I be the only ones to suffer?
For reasons that I will not discuss here, but most women will understand, I have a feeling of impending doom, mixed with downtroddenness and a desire for more sleep than usual. This will pass, but not before I've complained to everyone within reach. If we were talking about alcohol we might say that I'm not a pleasant drunk.
On the plus side we had the kind of snow flurries that I like - pretty-ish and no accumulation. Here's a picture of December 7 last year:
And here is one from today:
I think I'll just spend some time meditating on that second picture until the blahs go away. That will work, won't it?
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Great posts, Bug. I hope your focus on today's weather will spread to us.
I do love that landscape in the second shot! Hope your blahs pass, but sometimes blahs are great fuel for artistry, right?
I think there's a term for what you've got--the desire to cocoon.
anything is worth a try - hope you feel less blah later x
I pretty landscape is always a pick-me-up, for me at least. Hope it works for you, too. :)
S
I like the comparison photo!
Now...the sun is shining today and I cannot TELL YOU HOW NEEDED it is!!!
:)
Hope your blues have faded. 'Tis the season, I'm afraid. That landscape is gorgeous.
What is it called? SAD? Seasonal Affective Disorder. (I had to Google it.) I'd say a trip to, oh, say the Cayman Islands out to fix you right up.
That is to say, "ought" to fix you right up.
That second photo cheered me up too, I think it's a kind of hibernation fatigue this time of year, be nice to go to sleep until Spring:)
Normally only lasts 3 days for me, though husband and children have to take shelter. And I had two sherries tonight, because it's what you do at Christmastime!
I like the snowy photo myself, but only if it's in your backyard and not mine. I think I'm still suffering the snowtigue from last winter.
Can't wait to see your next Poem in a Shop. Does the aisle you were shopping in have anything to do with the way you feel today? Sigh.
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