Day One

It is November.  Several of my friends are writing novels.  I will be busy with group projects for my informatics class, opening (really truly maybe?) our new building, and knitting.  No novels here this year.

This is the month I tense up a little, bracing against the cold.  I want to sleep more, talk less.  It is full of effort.   This year.  Oh, this year I am going to work to make this a little easier.  Or relax to make it a little easier.  One of those.  Or both.

Day one.  There was work and a nap and cooking with bears and even a little quiet.  Not a terrible beginning at all.