I must be a pagan from another age because the solstice as 'end of year' makes a lot more sense to me than Dec. 31.
For decades I would arrive at the solstice completely exhausted. The bulk of my income for the year would be generated, one way or another, by the time of the solstice and I would tend to go into a kind of stasis and begin to re-charge my batteries for the coming new year.
Things have changed little since 'retirement' (for certain values of) and frankly I have almost no energy or desire to grab the new year and let it drag me along with it.
Yesterday was challenging. It was not unexpected, but draining, nonetheless. And it will lead to more 'work' for Doug when he's already taking care of me full time.
I had hoped by now to be feeling better after the last procedure, but I'm not. Every day is more of a challenge than I prefer to deal with. Beginning to feel like Sisyphus, dragging myself out of bed, grab that gigantic rock of my life and start rolling it up the hill. (Typo made that 'hell' and I nearly left it.)
The grey dreary days don't help. The current political climate (not to mention the actual climate) make the days lengthen before me. I hold onto the thought that beginning in about two weeks the sun will begin it's return journey northwards and spring surely awaits with its promise of life and renewal.
I am preparing to begin work on the next article for WEFT, but we got sidetracked by doing some de-cluttering, then yesterday happened and we have to re-calibrate to accommodate the events that wound up taking up most of Doug's day.
But I am reminded there are good people out there, willing to lend a hand, lighten the load. If we listen to a certain segment of the people, you would never know that the kindness of strangers, as well as neighbours, still exist. But it does and we need to remember that, too.
Today I'm going to see if I feel up to winding the sample warp for the article. Plus I'm hoping to get to the loom. But we'll see.
Sending light and love to all.
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