I’ve got my annual case of the November blues.  Dark skies by five o’clock, falling temperatures, and bare trees all contribute to my feeling of malaise. It’s not that I am unhappy about anything specific. 

But somehow, this year is a bit worse.  It could be that I wasn’t able to beat back the fatigue and pain of shingles as easily as I would have liked.  It could be that Novembers are coming around more quickly than they used to.  It could be how many rainy days we’ve had.  It could be a million things. 

I’m as busy as ever.  I like everything I do. In two weeks the whole family will be here for my favorite holiday. In six weeks, the days will  start getting longer again. 

But I still have the November blues.