Two weeks left

First, let me say that I find it amusing when people talk about November as the "gray month" or the "depressing month" or whatever along the lines of making it sound like something unenjoyable, something to be endured. It's bollocks. November might be the greatest month of them all, with the giddy feeling in your stomach that Christmas is almost here, but not yet.

I mean, how great is the wait? It's freaking awesome! And the moody dark evenings, looking at the the lights in the suburb down below our hill, the storms, the rain, the wind that howls in the trees... What's not to love?

Anyway.

There's two weeks left of this month. In exactly two weeks' time, it'll be November 30th, and if there ever was a special day, it's that one. That's the longest day of the year. Nothing to do but wait for midnight. (Well, I try to pass the time by watching Knives Out, but I couldn't even manage to do that last year. Also it'll be a F1 weekend, and a sprint one at that. So I'm sure the time will pass, at some speed, and then it'll be midnight and

I get to hear Angels from the Realms of Glory and have a bite of the first Swedish green cake of all year and feel the euphoria that comes with knowing that I'll have earned a month's worth of abundance without guilt.)

But that's in two weeks.

What will I do for two weeks?

Work?

Wait?

Both?

Probably both.

Clean the house?

Clean the house.

Prepare Christmas things, like gifts and chocolates?

Yes, that too.

RK out (to continue this conversation with herself).