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I don't know about where you are...
Oct. 6th, 2010 11:40 pm...but here it's been rainy and damp and cold, early tidings of the approaching winter seeping through your skin, scouts ahead of an army of awfulness preparing to once again lay siege to that vulnerable, warm, happy center you took for granted all summer long.
The only sane course of action, IMNSHO, is to climb into a bed piled with many blankets atop it, many books stacked beside it, and a steady cast of fuzzy critters to visit, and refuse to go anywhere until spring returns and routs the enemy encamped around your soul.
This, of course, is not really possible for the vast majority of us. Jobs, bills, children: feh! They all conspire to make it impractical to hibernate. So what to do? You need to sneak supplies past that determined enemy, find a way to keep your poor embattled center sufficiently nourished that it can withstand the horrors of fading November light, December misery, bone-slicing January wind, and February's dreaded Torment of Icy Slush. Oh, but what can keep that warm center alive, you ask? What will sustain it through those dire and perilous months where hope itself seems to have abandoned us to our fates?
( Soup. )
The only sane course of action, IMNSHO, is to climb into a bed piled with many blankets atop it, many books stacked beside it, and a steady cast of fuzzy critters to visit, and refuse to go anywhere until spring returns and routs the enemy encamped around your soul.
This, of course, is not really possible for the vast majority of us. Jobs, bills, children: feh! They all conspire to make it impractical to hibernate. So what to do? You need to sneak supplies past that determined enemy, find a way to keep your poor embattled center sufficiently nourished that it can withstand the horrors of fading November light, December misery, bone-slicing January wind, and February's dreaded Torment of Icy Slush. Oh, but what can keep that warm center alive, you ask? What will sustain it through those dire and perilous months where hope itself seems to have abandoned us to our fates?
( Soup. )
