Well, December is here. I’ve been a little depressed this last week so I didn’t write here as I normally would during the first week of the month. Seasonal Disorder has been a bummer for me. I hate that it gets dark so early. Normally I would be writing but my muse has been absenteeing. She’s been ignoring the story voices. That’s rare thing for her, yet she’s been doing it for the last month. However the voices don’t like to be ignored and I am getting restless. Come the new year I’m going to sit down and we are all going to have a chat.
It’s been colder here this month, below 40. Couple of times there’s been ice in the water pans. I’ve been putting out a bit more food for the ferals. We keep an extra bag of dry in case we can’t get out right away. Most of the older cats hunt but the younger ones, I’m not sure about. I’ve never seen them with anything. The squirrels and birds are fast around here and the older ones rarely catch them either but I have seen them with rabbits and field mice from the field behind our lot. A few of the young ferals sit on my parent’s back porch and watch the bird feeders, such intensity. Some even twitch.
I read and reviewed the two book club books I was behind on. However I still have to read the last book. I still don’t have any gumption for doing anything right now. But I’ll get that last book read and reviewed before the end of month. As I said Seasonal Disorder is kicking my butt. I’llget over it though. I usually do once the holidays are over and the new year has begun. Something about starting fresh jolts those blues away.
I’m organizing my goals for next year. I have plans, things I want to get done. Whether my muse cooperates is another thing.
Gotta go. Catch you on the flip side. Stay tuned for the next installment.











