When this post goes live, we’ll have made it through the longest night of the year in the Northern Hemisphere and be heading towards the end of a year few of us will be sorry to see the back of. I have to admit to not feeling very festive. There have been so few of the usual prompts: no decorations in the Day Job office (on the one day of the week that I’m currently going in), no steampunk markets (seasonally themed or otherwise), and while the decorations in local houses and gardens are cheering, they haven’t inspired me to get my own out of the loft.
I’m sure Mum and Dad will help me get into the swing of things when I go over to see them later in the week (assuming the rules don’t change again before then). We’d not planned to celebrate with anyone outside our bubble, so I was already prepared for that strangeness. Here’s hoping next year brings some sort of normality back sooner rather than later.
Take care, everyone, and try and find pleasure in the small things even while you’re missing all the bigger ones.