It's the time of year when I start settling in. Fall/Winter brings out the recluse in me. Getting out of the house becomes much less than desirable. Motivation becomes a thing of the past. We've had a stretch of cool, rainy days, and it's left me wanting to finish up the chores and batten down the hatches. My freezers, inside and out, are both full to the brim, but it's not stopping me from still double-batching things every time I have the desire to cook, because I'm not sure when it will strike again. I'm pretty sure I'm the kind of creature who could easily hibernate. Usually, I don't start thinking about it until November. The fact that the urge for long naps and laze is striking so soon definitely points to a long, long winter. Hoping that it really does warm up a little this week so I can be good for something, and so maybe I can come back and write again soon. It's been far too long since I've written about the dad story. In fact, a year ago this week is when he moved out. I need to get back to recording this piece of my history. And of course, many other thoughts to share. Hope your week is off to a great start.