05 Oct Simple Rituals
I get twitchy in the fall.
As minutes of daylight seep from the end of each day, the old restless anxiety creeps in. I know those dark, early evenings are on their way. And, here in the Midwest, the cold comes with it.
Don’t get me wrong—I love winter holidays. It’s just that autumnal shoulder season that eats my lunch in between.
A born night owl (before becoming an insta-mom to three of four kids still at home, turning 50, and menopause), I’ve studied and then worked most of my into the wee hours—sometimes until dawn. Which meant sleeping past noon and five hours of sunlight or less in the dead of winter…