|Sunset on the Hudson|
This is the hardest part of the year for me. The days are so short and the sun is rarely seen. While everyone else waits for December 25, I wait for the 21st -- the darkest day of the year. I know that on the 22nd, the sun will stay out a little longer, if only for a fraction of a second, and that makes me happy.
I have no Christmas spirit this year. Our daughter is as far away as she can be and still be in the contiguous United States, Pete's very elderly parents (97 and almost 1,000 miles away from us) need help closing up the family home to move to assisted living, Barb and I had a grueling season of shows and I can't seem to get out from under the mess in my workspace. I've had days of phone calls to return and appointments to go to -- vet, hair, dentist -- the yard still isn't cleaned up, and the pantry is bare. I just can't see my way to dragging out Christmas decorations to put them up for a week or two and then take them down again. I need an elf, or a vacation in the sun.