Feels like it happens later and later each year.  Is that my fault, that the natural struggle against hibernation is pushing me slowly towards my old pattern of the usual Northerner type of SAD, down in winter and up in summer?  It seems really unlikely to be thrilled about the dripping, deadening heat of August.  At least while my body is thickly ( Read more... )

My birthday went well. I was sick-but-mobile, and Coyote was sick-enough-to-nap (which is like, a few shades above hospital visit sick, for him), so we didn't go to any parties. We made a day of feasting and lazing, and I have no regrets. I'm still planning on doing my celebrations at the end of March ( Read more... )