Like clockwork, my winter blahs have arrived this week with a vengeance. I've been trying to ignore the signs (exhaustion, feeling run down and a general apathetic malaise) for a while but I'm too shattered to fake it anymore. I've given in and have succumbed to putting my PJs on as soon as dinner's done, watching crap tv on the couch and early nights. I know it will pass quickly but for the next few weeks I'll be in hibernation mode.
The upside of all this feeling rather sorry for myself is that sock knitting is turning out to be very theraputic and good for the soul. I've already cast on the next pair...
