I'm sitting in my living room and big, chunky, fat snow flakes are falling outside.
Out of the corner of my eye, an old episode of "The French Chef" is playing and Julia Childs is teaching us how to make a modern lentil stew with chicken livers. Hmm...
Kate is drinking hot cocoa that we whisked together on the stove and Claire is eating the pages of one of her brother's books that we'll have to tape back together before he comes home from school.
It's getting colder and while we've been so blessed to have an amazing autumnal season, I know that winter is upon us. I've never taken very well to the season of hibernation. I find myself loading up on vitamin D, taking copious amounts of vitamin C and trying to stay connected to others as much as possible. I'm certain that I have Seasonal Affective Disorder. I'm cool with the cold temperatures, just not with the lack of sun.
And yet, research tells us that people who experience all four seasons live happier lives...whether that's true or not, I'm not sure...but living in Nebraska ensures that we see it all.
So to keep the blues away, I'm resolute to keep exercising, continue writing, and popping happy vitamin pills at every turn...with maybe a little chocolate in there for good measure.
The inside of my Dove chocolate says, "It's a bubble bath kind of day." I agree. Maybe there are some benefits to winter.