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.