A damp and sunless morning.
The weather has turned to a bone-chilling cold, with an arctic blast predicted over the next several days.
There is a list of chores as long as my arm waiting for attention, but my motivation seems to be running on empty.
I've been gathering Christmas decorations here and there, but not quite ready to devoid the tree of its ornaments or remove the twinkling lights in the kitchen.
Sparkly encouragement is welcomed.
