I always struggle with November. It is gray, cold and rainy and the days keep getting shorter and shorter.

This week in particular has made me wish Christmas would hurry up and get here – if only for the colour the whirlwind of the season will bring. It’s not that my life isn’t a whirlwind in itself right now, but the drab grayness and the darkness are starting to get to me. more…

It seems like I spend all year waiting for it – that magical day when there’s an extra hour for me to spend however I please.

It used to be easy. Sleep was always the first choice when it came to deciding what to do the day the clocks fell back for winter. I either didn’t set the alarm at all or took great joy in setting it for an hour later than usual. more…