The holidays are a difficult time for a lot of people.
For some folks; all the decorating, expectations of cards, advertising/ commercialism... is too much to bear. I, for one, have not enjoyed the season in a very long time.
Yes, I love to give and receive presents... but in my heart of hearts... I believe this is something that should be done all year long... and not just once a year. To help each other out... to gift things that we have to those who need them more... to share the wealth (so to speak) and give each other a helping hand.

I, along with many others, get quite melancholy this time of year.
For many years... I had this "bad habit" of reflecting on my accomplishments/failures/etc for the year like it was some kind of annual review... taking tally of how I had measured up on some impossible grading system.... and always coming up short.
Did I do all the things expected of me? Did I participate and help out as much as possible? ... the list went on. I've moved past that, for the most part... although I still get twinges now and then.
And so... these past few days have been especially rough for me.
Couple that with having injured myself and not being able to do the things I want to do... (or more importantly) things I have to do and feel behind on... it's been sort of tortuous.

Last night, I hobbled outside with Brina before bed.
It was late, (or early depending on how you look at it)... and we had watched a couple movies that we got on Netflix. As I opened the door... we startled 2 very large does who had been grazing in the yard. They pranced to the edge of the treeline, and stopped to give me a look... and then they both looked skyward to the moon. That moon. And as I looked at it; and they danced off into the woods... I felt like everything was going to be OK.

See you all tomorrow.