It’s HARD to celebrate or think about Yule when it’s 60 degrees outside (about 15 Celcius). It’s beautiful, the sun is shining, the breeze is light… I’ll be damned if I’m stuck inside trying to “blog” about something. I am going for a run. But, don’t talk me about Yule, because I totally don’t care. Don’t bring up Xmas either. Let’s just enjoy this lovely sunshine shall we? Before it gets super dark by 5pm.
I’m not “in the Xmas spirit” or feeling the season.
I don’t want to put up lights or mess with any trees, shop for gifts (because I only like going to the mall so I can take a walk and it’s beeeeauitful outside so screw it), I’m not baking anything, I am not in the mood for spirits, or heavy meals… In fact, I think I’ll move to the West Coast because honestly I could get used to this. If it drops below 40 I’ll have to break out my fur coat and tell you I’m freezing.
Do NOT mention snow.
I was reminded while working on Friday that people talk about how “cold” it is at night but people need to remember it’s SUPPOSED to be cold: it’s December. Fuck that people, I am over winter; let’s skip it this year… I am really, really not personally ready for it to be the “end of the year.” Ugh.
In fact, in a lot of ways, I am just plain not ready for the end of a lot of things. There is a time and place for everything, all things die, I know… but please, just not yet.