Ordinarily I love November, and so am bemused when I come across anti-November sentiments in literature. However, today was gloomy enough to even give optimistic me a good deal of pause! The sky was a thick blanket of dark gray and the rain (albeit much needed) never really stopped–just a mizzle nearly all day. The kids had no motivation to do anything more than play, so schoolwork was a chore. I had the motivation to 1) listen to Christmas carols while writing out Christmas cards or 2) sleep, and I think in retrospect I’ve spent 3/4ths of the day secretly pouting because I could do neither. 😉
I guess I’m not the only one who felt today would be a good day to think of Christmas. My neighbors behind us have their tree up and lit. I’ve only done something like that this early once, but I claim extenuating circumstances. 😉
Now that the house is asleep, however, the sound of the rain on our tin porch roof is a bit cozy. It reminds me that I have a warm safe haven to be grateful about. I can finally stretch out and enjoy a full hot mug of tea and I’ll probably get some work on Princess’ Christmas stocking, maybe with Little Women running in the background. So as I post this random thought, I’m going to go and put the kettle on. Have a cup with me?
