Chilling

The cold has finally arrived here, if only at night. Somehow, even when it's in the 80s by day, the knowledge that a sweater would be needed at midnight changes one's relation to the day. As embarrassing as it is to admit, I keep getting the urge to hibernate. That will pass, in a week or two. Right now, though, with the energy loss that followed the election adding to the usual effect that the change of seasons has on me, I am finding it difficult to stay awake. I've started reading The Lord of the Rings aloud to Skylar right now and noted, upon reading of the hobbits' misadventures in the Old Forest, that the urge to sleep that besets them is eerily like my own. I'm hoping Tom Bombadil gets here before it's too late.