It's Dark. It's Cold. And There Are Wolves After Me.

Blargh.

This is the worst time of year for me (witness: here, here, here, or here if you need a reminder).

All the Christmas decorations have been put away and our forlorn, bedraggled, naked tree has been dumped unceremoniously on the curb. It's back to work and school. The nights are long and the days are frigid. We have no insulation in our walls.

I'm feeling stupid and lethargic and uncreative. It has taken an entire 1/3 bag of Craisins and 1/2 a can of Coke to drag these measly sentences out.

But, good things ahead, yes?

- Starting teaching ESL again tomorrow (not my favourite thing to go out on cold, stormy nights, but it makes me feel glowy inside to Be Helpful)
- Upcoming Florida vacation
- Half-marathon training (4 miles already this week, hey-o!)
- Guitar lessons (so I will be Steve Bell before you know it)
- Finishing Middlemarch for the seventh time

Because there's nothing a 600-page Victorian behemoth of a novel can't cure, right?