Tired and restless
Fall is winding down and the restless nature of winter is creeping up on us. I have eleven Pocket Penguin books that I want to finish, but I can’t bring myself to sit down in one place for long enough to do it. Still, I have work to do outside but I’m not willing to expend the energy needed for that either.
I’m stuck between accepting the season for what it is – the beginning of the nesting period, when we bundle ourselves up and say goodbye to the outdoors, even though it’s still slightly warm and somewhat pleasant – and fighting the summer’s end, a losing battle that has passed months ago.
So I don’t have the energy to do anything, but I have too much energy to sit still. How frustrating is “fall fever?” Why can’t we settle for one or the other and wait for next year?