November’s been hard work this year, what with a bit too much travelling and general stuff going on. On top of that the weather has been distinctly Novemberish, which isn’t surprising, I suppose, but it doesn’t exactly help.
December, on the other hand, will hopefully be a bit more sane. As someone who’s perfectly happy to let the festive season pass her by, there’s actually something quite restful about December. At this point in the year, I know I’m not now going to get everything I’d hoped to done, so there’s no point killing myself trying. Nobody plans meetings in December, at least not after the first week. And you’re allowed to pretend to be too busy to go to anything anyway. All this means that I have nothing – absolutely nothing – planned for this weekend (or any other weekend this year). This is the first time I’ve been able to say this since early October. No doubt I’ll still end up being too busy but at least it will be nobody’s fault but my own.
All of this would be much nicer if it happened in the middle of summer, but hey ho. At least today, when the sun put in an appearance, I was able to get out for an hour or so to enjoy it. And at this time of the year, that’s a bonus in itself.