The Greys are back

Its that time of year.

The grey time of year. The greys are when I get up and the sky is still grey. Its not black, its just grey. It stays grey until I get into work. Then its beautiful all day while I'm stuck inside. By the time 6PM rolls around, its grey again.

This time of year makes me want to pile all the covers up on my bed (which I've done!) and curl up in the middle of that nest, and not come out until spring. I'm pretty sure I'm only going to make this urge worse when I get my birthday present to me - A feather bed, a down comforter, and 2 feather pillows. Add a Nick to this mix, and I may not leave my bed ever!

The mornings aren't cold, but they are brisk (and grey. Did I mention the grey part?). I can smell winter lurking around the next corner. The days are nice, but the nights are cool enough to shut the house up and snuggle under the covers. But then I snuggle under the covers in the dead of July's heat, so don't go by me.

Is there actually a place in the world that stays warm all year round? I'm begining to believe not.

I ordered some fiber to spin. Combed Corriadale top. Its RED. Red is a cheery color to spin. Its hard to be cold when spinning red wool. At least that's the theory anyway. I've been knitting more. All I really want to do is sit in my nest and knit or spin and drink hot tea or soup.

Hibernation should be a cultural choice that is respected enough to earn job security.