The Fall

As that name ("the fall") for the current season suggests, we're headed in a somewhat downward direction...  down towards the cold and dead of winter...  down into the dormant tree season when plants don't grow and you have to turn the heat on in the house...  down into the inevitable prospect of cabin fever, sooner or later...  down into the maw of nor'easters and snow and ice.

Not a particularly attractive or exciting time of the year to look forward upon, but for the festivities of various upcoming holidays and, of course, the ephemeral fall foliage which, no matter how insensitive you might be, is always worth a look.

For me, this Autumn has way too much overly mounting significance as a trip down into the dead of winter.  There's a very real prospect of me not making it through this winter, and it weighs heavily upon me, as well as those close to me.

But I don't dwell on that prospect, so much as I dwell upon the rather boring prospect of being cooped up in the house all winter.  Heh...  I mean, if I consider that there are two alternatives to looking into the immediate future, the one I'd rather be saddled with is boredom...  something I can certainly remedy by sitting down here in the blogging position as often as I can muster the ambition, and make light of the whole thing.

My cup truly "runneth over" with a positive outlook for the next few months, and I'm not just saying that.  Despite the influence of opioid apathy, I've been slowly adjusting myself to this over the past few days.  It's a purely physical thing, and my intellectual reaction to it has been to mirror that physical effect in my thoughts and daily actions (or lack thereof, actually).  So, the next couple of weeks I plan to be a bit more forceful in my countering that, and a bit more determined each day to get back into posting my effluvium here more regularly.

We'll just have to wait and see how I do with that...